On Kissing and Sex.

Kissing is like opening a door. The key must fit in the lock perfectly. Otherwise its just a lot of jabbing and shaking. Kissing is like taking someone on a trip through the stars. Wanderlusting through time and space and melting the fabric of energy around us until we are everywhere all at once. A good kiss can speak volumes. You can have a whole conversation through the connection of lips to skin.

Good Sex to me is like an Symphony. Well paced with a background of story and music all leading up to a series of exclamations and cataclysmic eruptions leading up to a grand finale and a soft lingering hum in the ears. Olympic Sex. Quickies. Just because dinner was really good. Sex is tender and full of exposition and raw naked vulnerable aggression. It is the steam engine boring through the mountain tunnel. It is the piston pumping repeatedly through the engine core. It is every hackeneyed euphemism we've ever spouted.


The one moment where you see the spark, the potential of something undiscovered.

That's not the end, it is only the beginning.