The problem with love is people stopped making love. Too busy trying to stick everything moving….

Lovemaking is a forgotten art. It is an experience many people never get to understand, live to speak about and enjoy again. People so caught up in the orgasm they forget about the journey to get there.

Most people settle for the easy fuck. It takes all of five minutes and it’s a marathon to see who finishes first. This is the most selfish act any two people can perform together. Because I gotta get mine you gotta get yours, right? Tabletops, elevators, kitchen counters, back seats, toilets tops, and everything in between become the favored place for fucking the one you “love”. The thrust hits the spot quickly and hard, and excites the body. Both parties pawing and gnawing at body parts seen and unseen. Until the climax comes just as quickly as the act did. Now that its over how do you feel, what did you accomplish, will you remember this next week? Next month? Or will the next time be tomorrow, different ass different spot, different feeling? Or the same emptiness?

Some settle for sex. Which is the act of giving away the goods cause you think you’re supposed to. Or because he said he cared or because she looked so hot in them damn “come get me” stilettos. Sex allows you to feel the body temperature rise, cause you actually took the time to get naked. Now you move slower than with fucking but, nonetheless, you aren’t here for the touch. You are here to experience 20 positions, moan a bit and smile when it’s over. But like fucking it’s for a nut. Was it good? Was your heart in it?

Lovemaking is the ultimate act of selflessness. In that intimate space two people communicate in ways the mind cannot fathom, and only can be shared in that intimate space. Saturated by love. Lovemaking is a conversation without words. Spoken with the eloquence of scholars, using words Webster has yet to utter much less define. It takes time and effort and exhausts all the energy two bodies can hold. The energy fills the room, the world stops and often disappears, and nothing else exists. And the two bodies harmonize. Become come one breath, one heartbeat, one body no beginning, no end. Emotions and dreams shared without a sound. Fear has a way of silencing the words of lovers. But making love turns them into the most articulate creatures. The space where lovemaking makes the silence seem so loud is sacred. It allows you to be an imperfect lover learning the ways of perfection with each touch. It’s innate. Perfecting an art form with no teachers, and no repeats. Every time is like the first time. Each time better than the last, but never placed in comparison. The nakedness of the bodies intertwines with the nakedness of the souls. Unrehearsed emotion that flows effortlessly. Your so-called hidden emotions become evident and heard loud and clear. The climax is the culmination of the time, effort, extra attention to detail, and all the love taken to insure a successful relationship. This is called synergy. Maybe fusion. Its damn near fission seen by the human eye. This is the place where old pains become new joys, and old wounds are healed, where innocence is renewed.

Have you ever wondered why a woman, a virgin, who on her wedding night becomes the biggest freak? No porn flick can teach this. Those are paid actors who make it look good. Virgins move slowly and methodically. But build confidence with each boost of momentum. How can the first time be the best time? If love is the motivator, why not? Each movement will ooze love, scream love in its purest form. Now hat virginity is lost, a yearning is left. Yeaning for more, longing to be in that space again. Sex and fucking are for the birds now. Sex can fill a need and fucking expands pent up energies. Lovemaking does all that but it fills voids and spills over. The old adage “ absence makes the heart grow fonder”, finds its definition in lovemaking. When lovers haven’t experienced the closeness of each other the energy is stored. The bodies gear up for the opportunity to be free in love.

With love lost and won everyday, the goal remains the same: To love and be loved in every shape, form, and facet. The consummation of the most loving relationship is love making at its best, a super nova confined to four walls. You can read a million books on how to make love from no till forever. Learn karma sutra and tantric love making from the original authors and still never understand intellectually. To experience it, is the only teacher. In all actuality what you can accomplish in your intimate space would probably put them all to shame anyway. Each person is different in style, approach and execution. No two are alike and no two ever will be. Each time is different, each position, each touch. Lovemaking changes us inside and out and it shows with each stroke, each caress.

I personally have never fucked anyone. Don’t have it in me to do it. I have had sex, unfortunately. But I have never made love. Thought I had a few times, but retrospect is a bitch and knew later it really wasn’t love making, cause it wasn’t really love. I want to make love to someone that loves me personally, unconditionally, and universally. Fuse with someone in love and covenant. I’m scared to be that close to someone knowing they will see me as I truly am. But I long for the day….

 

THE MEMORY OF LOVE IS SO POWERFUL

MY LIPS RECALL THE WEIGHT OF YOUR LIPS

AND MY EAR SHAPES ITSELF TO THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE

ALL OF YOU

IS REMEMBERED BY ALL OF ME…. MAYA ANGELOU

 

 
 

THOU ART MY DELICIOUS TORMENT

TO HAVE YOU MY UNFULFILLED DESIRE

LOVE IS MEANT TO BE TASTED ON THE LIPS OF LOVERS

DRIPPED DOWN AND LICKED OFF THE INNER MOST BEING

INGESTED AND RADIATE THROUGH THE SKIN

SO THAT WE GLOW IN THE DARKNESS OF OUR INTIMATE SPACE

GLISTEN IN EACH DROP OF INDULGENT SWEAT

SATURATING THE SHEETS

FELT IN RHYTHMIC MOTION

FILLING EACH VOID

AND SPILLING FROM EVERY ORIFICE

SATISFYING OUR APPETITES

WITH DREAMS COME TO LIFE

UNTIL YOU AND I BECOME A BURST OF ENERGY

CALLED US, CALLED ONENESS…. PhoenixRising