One of the most beautiful, one of the most powerful, one of the most intimate, one of the deepest experiences we can share, is to make love with a woman slowly, really slowly. Gently, really gently.
One of the most transformative experiences is to make love with a woman without the goal of orgasm, without the pressure to perform.
One of the most liberating experiences is to make love with a woman in presence, whatever energy arises is welcomed, followed, danced with.
One of the most healing experiences is to make love with a woman from the heart, from connection.
So much of what we call making love is a doing, it’s making love to you, I’m doing this to you.
So much changes when it’s making love with you.
Making love to you is a little like a monologue, I’m talking, you might be listening, but essentially I’m talking at you.
Making love with you is a conversation, a dialogue.
There are pauses to listen, to contemplate.
Pauses to feel.
The conversation begins in one place, changes direction, digresses, explores.
The pauses allow for subtlety and nuance.
There are questions, responses rather than reactions.
Presence rather than patterns.
To make love with you is to know that so much of this is an inner dance, an inner conversation.
To make love with you is to be vulnerable, open, to receive you.
To make love with you is to be a master and a student, endlessly knowing, endlessly learning.
To make love with you is to open the space with an invitation, and to fill the space you open to me.
To make love with you is to hold myself and abandon myself.
To make love with you begins with connection.
First, with myself, within myself.
From that, the connection with you flows.
Eyes, breath, words, hands, heart.
Connection takes time.
That’s a key, connection takes time.
It’s a key that opens so many doors.
Connection is presence.
To see, to be seen.
To feel, to be felt.
To begin to know, to be known.
Connection is the beginning of intimacy.
Give it the time it needs.
It all flows from connection, naturally, easily.
We drop into each other, we drop into possibility.
We drop into the making of love.
Slowly, gently, we come together.
A touch, a caress, a kiss.
Hands, mouths, bodies.
The conversation of sensation, of feeling, of energy.
We listen, we hear. We pause to feel. Maybe we ask a question.
We see what’s present, here, now.
There’s no force, there’s no pushing, there’s no urgency.
There’s nowhere to go, we’re here, in this eternal moment, and the next…
We stay present, our eyes, our breath.
The sounds of pleasure.
I hear your body, you hear my heart.
We move, we’re still.
We laugh, we’re quiet.
Energy moves, sensation deepens, feelings expand.
Moments of intensity, moments of silent reverence.
Hands, mouths, bodies, Yoni, Lingam.
Opening, receiving, filling, giving, taking, sharing.
And what arises in the moment, in you, in me, in us, is making love.
And love making us.
To be made in the image of love, the ephemeral, constantly moving image of love.
There’s nothing to hold onto, nothing to grasp, nothing to achieve.
You and I.
The dance slows, our conversation becomes quieter, the pauses become longer.
There’s a natural stillness.
We sink into each other, gently holding.
Bodies are soft.
The gentle pulsation of life, within us, deep within us, around us.
There is a oneness, a union.
And because there was no pattern of ending, our lovemaking doesn’t end.
It’s quiet, resting.
It’s like a fire that doesn’t go out, it’s low.
And we blow on the embers, with a breath, a touch, a word, a look, a gesture, and the flames rise.
This is the gift of endless lovemaking.
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