Sexuality Happens

I was reading through my old Myspace blogs…and came across this one. I wrote it probably the first few weeks that F and I had started having sex, way back at the beginning of the fall, or end of the summer…while obviously it doesn’t apply to us anymore, I thought it was pretty, and descriptive, and certainly worth sharing.

-Essin’ Em

CONTENTMENT

Wrinkled sheets.

Crumpled blankets.

Pillows strewn about like an ancient abandoned city whose residents were forced to leave in a hurry…a modern day Pompeii.

A mingling of scents; candles, lotion and a hint of sex.

A faint bruise on the inner thigh.

A necklace dangling on the nightstand, discarded in the throws of passions.

Sore muscles that just slightly ache when flexed.

Two empty mugs in the sink.

The memories of heat and fire, of new horizons, of comfort and safety.

Words and thoughts invading my mind.

Pictures flashing across my vision.

Arched back, arms wide open, piercing vision looking into the depths of me.

Deep breathing, moans, pleading, askance, begging, nurturing, questioning, requests…sounds haunt my ears.

Fantasies of my balcony, my window, the elevators, the hot tub.

Uncertainty.