I came across this oldie-but-goodie image today, and it got me to pondering sexual passion. Sometimes passions can simmer, glow like candles, and smell of rose petals crushed on sheets in the glow of the moon. Sometimes passions can explode, rage like an inferno, and smell of raw animal sex in the blackest depth of night. And sometimes passions can swing wildly between these two manifestations, scratching and biting through brutal release, gasping & howling with primal abandon ... only to fall tenderly together in leisurely explorations, sighing & satisfied, already teasing the embers into a slow burn, waiting breathlessly for the shifting breeze that flares hearts into violent conflagrations yet again.
“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.”
― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
One of my favorite things about passion is the loss of control that it creates. One cannot give free rein to passion while maintaining masks and manners. One can hold onto both through arousal and emotion, but they are sacrificed to the insistent pulse of passion. In the end, I crave this honesty more than any physical party trick or emotional declaration. When a partner is so lost in passion with me that I glimpse the most elemental essence of them, unfiltered, then I am satisfied and fulfilled. When that gentleman loses his restraint to passion's grip, his gentle civilized tongue growling coarse obscenity against the back of my neck ... when that timid, hesitant woman embraces the power of passion and demands of me exactly what she wants, hands grasping and sharp teeth nipping ... when those mild-mannered, tender souls assume the passion-fueled strength of 5 gorillas and throw me around the bed with the fierceness of gladiators, shredding any silk or lace that stands in their way ... oh mercy, THAT is when I am satiated! Understand - I am not invested in brutality or careless disregard for my well-being ... but I live for the moment when one's sexual being emerges from the shadows, overwhelms the conscious, and has it's way with me. Given my penchant for yielding to passion, this is often a clash of the titans - our passions wrestling for dominance and finally melding into a unique, unfiltered version of that elusive "us," if only for that moment.
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