A big part of being a lover, of being a good lover, of being an amazing lover, in the fullness of that word, is to love loving.
To love looking, touching, feeling, tasting, smelling, sensing, listening, in every way.
To savour, to relish.
The body, the mind, the heart, the spirit, the being.
To love loving is to be present.
To everything it brings, the joy, the laughter, the pleasure, the tears, the anger.
To welcome all of it, to open the space for all of it.
And to savour, to relish, to immerse in all of it.
To love loving is to keep inviting.
Again and again.
Myself, you.
All of us, deeper and deeper.
To love loving is to desire.
To reveal more and yet more.
To share ourselves in expanding vulnerability.
For in loving, there is no other way.
To love loving is a freedom.
Beyond the story, beyond the situation, beyond the circumstance.
To see beneath the surface, to meet beneath the waves.
In the moment, beyond the moment.
To love loving is to be in the sensual, in the erotic, in the sexual.
To love the presence of sensation and feeling.
To discover, to explore, on ever more mysterious paths.
Beyond the orgasm into the endless realms of pleasure.
To love loving is to cultivate.
To nurture, to nourish, myself, you, us.
Constantly, as a gardener, a creator, a guardian, of something precious, sacred.
To care, to care for, to take care, what we
plant, feed, water, tend to.
To love loving is to be aware.
Awake to myself, yourself, ourself.
To what, to how.
To love loving is to go within, to open inner eyes, inner voice.
To bring myself from wounded pattern to expansive presence.
To love loving is to be revealed.
To be willing to be seen.
In light, in shadow.
To risk turning the key, opening the door, stepping through.
To love loving is to know that love is a portal.
A language.
To worlds of mystery and wonder, where the Divine dances through us.
Where Gods and Goddesses play in the beauty of life.
