It is the way he pins her down
and spreads her legs and body wide—
warm hands smoothing
long muscles, under soft skin,
until she opens further then before–
that creates the shift
It takes time to notice the openings
that need plying—the small cracks
underneath the pleasure
and the taut body–—where the very seed
itself waits to be watered,
Even before the bud
Well meaning lovers
half-heartedly […]
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He had his arms about her, and his kisses were in her hair and on her lips. Under his touch things deep down in her struggled to the light and sprang up like flowers in sunshine.
-Edith Wharton
I have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor its coming
with all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries
of […]
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As a young woman, I understood intuitively that in making love there was no “trying” to please; there was simply a sinking into each other’s bodies, completely present, alert—listening with different ears to the other’s body, and hearing messages hidden in flesh and heartbeats and shared breath. There was no taking or giving – […]
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