Yes, we’ve been hoping for the love of our life but perhaps we’re more comfortable with it remaining just a hope rather than a reality…
Lets face it – on some level we’re all in need of some healing around sex. No matter how free and uninhibited we think we are, everyone has some pain, shame or insecurity lurking in the background connected with their sexuality. It’s just one of those unfortunate side-effects of being a modern human being trying to break free of generations of repression.
Sex can be great. But what about that deeper yearning of the heart and soul? What of the longing to merge with another physical being in a way that brings spirit more fully through the body? What about making love?
We had seen too many who had gone before us shut down on the richness of life, locking away their dreams as they got on with the serious business of building careers, homes and families. Remaining open to life was desperately important to us as we crossed the threshold into adulthood.
I don’t need to be told that sexuality is a gift. I know that it is, intimately. I’ve experienced the highs of what it can bring.
It had been a long day. A 6:30 start, with a rushed lunch and, to top it all, some petty squabble over who had forgotten the shopping. All I wanted to do was flop in front of the television and zone out.
Kiss me. Properly. Taste my lips. Slowly. Don’t rush in, all tongue, trying to accomplish a mission.