Before you read any further -
the following is sexual in nature. Do NOT read on if you are uncomfortable or find such offensive. You have been warned and given opportunity to leave.
This song always arouses me. I love the intention and desire and passion. I am thankful to say that I still feel such. It isn't something any of us really write or talk about - but the fact of the matter is we are ALL sexual beings - and I celebrate that part of me with great intention and creativity and yet simple, loving, respectful, satisfying outcomes. Amen. :-)
So often I read about violence, and abuse but never the beauty of physical intimacy. The other day I commented on another blog about how I/we were awoken early due to an emergency at Skipp's work - he went off to secure the building while I went outside with Gracey at around 5:00 a.m. (yawn)..... I actually enjoyed the icy mist and my time outside whilst the world was still shadowed and so still. About 6:00 Gracey had enough romping and I found my way back to bed - such good timing because Skipp pulled down the drive about the same time. I slipped under the blankets and quilts and nestled in to the softness. Skipp joined me..........I felt myself surrounded by the warmth of the blankets and our love. I felt his touch and I relaxed in to his magic. The swirl within my flower was wondrous and I relaxed even more to join in his rhythm. I felt myself build and intensify oh so softly and gently - I felt the petals of myself unfold and surrender and become vulnerable - it was a sweet surrender that left me breathless. In time the waves came over me and I rode each one with joy - the sleep that followed was heavenly.
And so that is what I meant when I wrote about a heavenly sleep. I didn't write about such on your blog - but ever since I have been drawn back to the experience and the pure joy and love I left out in my comment.
I trust that those of you who chose to read on respect the love and honor in this writing. It was glorious.
Take time to listen to the song - some of the lyrics are so honest and intimate. Here's to comfort in sexuality as an expression of love. One expression of many, I might add. :-)