Sex and Love

Sex, Love and Intimacy

Sex is an itch you can scratch.

Love is an itch in that part of your back you can’t reach and you need someone to scratch it for you.


Smile

Sexy Woman Smiling

 

For two years now She had been His joy.

He was working through a difficult time. Walking through mud. Business was picking up, His long hours were beginning to bear fruit, emotionally He was tired.

They were seeing each other less to give Him time to right His ship. She had come to His last weekend and it was delightful. Monday at 6am they waved goodbye and He was back to work.

When He knew they would be apart He would take down His pictures of Her. The wallpaper on His phone and computers changed from Her smile to something that didn’t immediately remind Him of Her. Pictures that didn’t create the longing to feel Her pressed against Him, tightly encircled by His arms.

Today he put them back up again, maybe only for a day. He needed the energy, the peace, the touchless embrace of Her smile.

And for the first time this weekend, He felt joy.

 


Seeing

Seeing You

I try to understand the words you’re not saying,
the soul buried deep beneath the veneer of smiles and laughter,
avoiding my gaze that sees you in spite of yourself.

Hiding is an art for you, a skill from a lifetime of practice.
You only reveal to others what you want them to see.
The confident, the wise, the controlled.

Somehow I read the tea leaves. Seeing glimpses of real.
The distance of text messages and phone calls made it easier.
No eyes on you.

Gradually you let me in. Testing the waters. Scared yet hoping.
Someone who might see you, love you as you are.
Yet waiting for the second shoe to drop.

You surrendered your body, but it was just a body.
You had surrendered it once before without being seen.
An anonymous placeholder.

We navigated together the revelations.
The hurt. The misunderstandings.
Mishearing words never spoken.

“You only pursue me because I run” you said.
Not realizing the truth:
I pursue you because I see you.

 

 


Flavor

Intimate Couple in Bed

Every morning He ate eggs. Jelled yokes. Some potatoes.

One can eat eggs plain and get the proper nutrition. Protein, good fats, zinc. But eggs without seasoning are bland. Flavorless.

His life before He met Her was unseasoned eggs. He lived with purpose, planned His time, achieved His goals. Happy but not joyful.

Over the last many months She had changed His life. There were still goals and plans. Still work to be done. The minutia of life.

But Her smile, Her eyes, Her words, Her touch, Her adventures had given his egg life something He hadn’t experienced in a long time.

She brought flavor to His life.

When they were together whether it was going to a concert or planting flowers or just sharing a morning coffee, it became joy. Flavorful.

His life tasted so much better with Her in it.

 

 


Insignificant

Intimacy

Holding Her hand probably seemed insignificant to onlookers. Just a couple. Mindlessly holding hands. It was a simple thing couples do.

To Him, it meant more.

He could feel Her. The texture of her skin. Her warmth. The way Her fingers caressed His. The quiet assurance She was at His side.

It was intimate in a way most could never understand nor experience.


Touch

Enjoyed this poem from John S today. Found it represented how I feel often. Comments are shut off here, comment at his blog.


Likened to an oval space
where I’m pressing to the wall
and move ’round its circumference
with caution and recall.

I sense it as a darkened play
just beyond my reach,
and substance in the shadows
are thin and disbelieved.

Her touch, in words, assuages fear-
a hold to ban the ill,
the empty holes and voids,
the impressions- touches fill.

Grip me with affection’s tongue
fast with lake and sun,
embrace me with your tumult
that leads us – come undone.

Such is this, caress’ way
in aftermath beyond,
a soothing wisp, a kiss she shares
and looming dark is gone.

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Stubborn

Stubborn Sexy Couple

They are both stubborn.

The surest way to get Her to do something is to tell Her She can’t. She holds Her opinions strongly. She is kind, gentle and supportive, but Her stubborn streak is still strong. To say She is self-assured is an understatement.

He needs a stubborn woman. Strength. Challenge. Someone to ground his grandiose plans.

He is stubborn too, though in a different way. His ego doesn’t need to be right. Doesn’t need to prove itself. He can bend around Her stubborn. Laugh. Laugh at it. Sometimes, laugh at Her while she pouts.

His stubbornness shows most in His tenacity. His patience to work, to wait. Early on He decided to win Her heart. She rebuffed. She hid. He persevered, knowing She was a prize worth working for, waiting for.

She needs him to be stubborn. She doesn’t like to be seen. She doesn’t like people to know her thoughts. He took time to see Her. Know Her. Coax out Her thoughts, despite Her efforts to conceal them.

When He told Her many months ago He loved Her, it made Her squirm. He assured Her She would love Him too…eventually.

And now, after Her stubborn was finally overcome by His, She did.