Stories about sex II

There's an artistry to allowing someone to fuck you...

You don't give part of yourself...

You give yourself - completely.

It's a surrender, submission,

A conviction - that the other person will take better care of you, more than your own self.

It's trust...

A sense of safety in someone else's aura,

That you won't get hurt,

You won't get burnt ...

That you'll feel nothing else but euphoric.

It's a negligence of some sort,

Where you throw caution to the wind and act on impulse...

You decide to explore every nerve that lives on your skin.

It's recklessness...

A glorified means of madness,

A praise on interdependence,

A union of flesh and spirit...

There's a lot you take in...

The weight of a body,

The intensity of heat,

The intense adrenaline surge where you merge two to become one.

It's messy,

A chaotic dance for power - where everyone shows who they really are.

It's love,

It's literally how people make love - it's the essence of what love is.

It's this thing that makes my mind go numb...

Calms me by shaking me right through my core.

It's a lesson on letting go,

Learning what to really hold and exactly where to hold it,

Learning to enjoy hardness and making the most of it.

After all is said is done...

It will always be more,

More than you could ever imagine ...

It's a lot.