I found this little never-before-published golden nugget of mine, written on May 8, 2011. I'd like to share.
"Nothing but skin"
All
creatures at some point feel the undeniable need for procreation. The
pure desire is primitive and nearly unavoidable. Humans are one of the
few creatures known for their sexual greed. We lust for another but lack
the basic principal driving the body’s craving for procreation. We
desire to become intimate with another for the sole purpose of pure
pleasure. What exactly is this feeling of pure pleasure that we pursue
so convictedly? All I can describe of this pure pleasure is the moment
in time when another is the cause of a single full body seizure when
time stops and I can experience a paradise of physical, emotional, and
spiritual peace. It is only the complete destruction of my mind, body,
and soul and it’s entire reformation all at once. There are not enough
words to describe this moment of climax. Everyone desires to experience
this feeling, which isn’t simply just a feeling, but actually an act of
being. Everyone wants to experience this while sharing their personal
space with a loved one. A true and essentially complete orgasm can only
be experienced while symbiotically existing on a person level of space
and time created by being intimately related with another person. The
state of mind is essential to the climax of the body as well as the
spiritual connection of the soul. Sexual partners must feel an absolute
connection mentally, physically, and spiritually. Out aura becomes a
single mass; this demonstrates peace. We must be entwined with each
other to become as close as possible. Just the simple feel of skin can
be overwhelmingly sensual, not to mention the smell or taste of it. The
orgasm is the five senses gone mad. A feeling of freedom, a feeling most
women scream at in pleasure. And who wouldn’t scream for such an
experience? Not even the idiots can deny the craving for sex. A force
stronger than Love itself? Maybe so. Love is only a stepping-stone in
this day and age. Love is overrated. Girls grow up thinking Prince
Charming is real. The only thing that is real is the fear of reality
itself, which eventually drives women to rationally of irrationally seek
pure pleasure; sexual interactions which mesh together reality and
fantasy. To seek something specific in an orgasm is a false hope, and
will spoil the inevitability of succumbing to the freedom of climax. The
search for late-night fantasy ends here. The road to sexual freedom and
the complete release of spiritual and mental waste such as stress,
tension, and illness is now set before you.
