Sistren, we’ve become far too sentimental about these matters of the heart. And before we know it, we’re in the ring of fidelity to someone who could give a hill of beans less about the deepest desires of our hearts; yet expects us to be their mother incarnate.
Seriously though: if you could ask a guy ANYTHING without fear of what he’d think about you or how it may come off, if you had THREE questions that would capture the essence of what it takes to please you, what would they be? Share below, and I’ll share mine in an upcoming post. Until then, I’ve included a little dialogue clip to give you a few ideas. (Thank me later)
Her (Libby): Well, I do want to put all of that behind me…
Him (Lawyer Guy): So does your husband.
Her: EX …husband
Him: Well, that right there that’s a fresh start
Her: What is your position on marijuana?
Him: The firm represented Lamar, a marijuana activist based in Washington, so I say legalize the plant
Her: And…oral sex?
Him: (looks surprised and confused…hesitates…) hmm…legalize that too. I’m a HUGE proponent. Why are you asking?
Her: What about marriage?
Him: I’ve had 3 – each one more acrimonious than the last. I don’t plan to ever stand at the altar again.
Her: What about dinner?
Him: My favorite meal of the day.
Her: I mean, how would you like to take me to dinner?
Him: Yes, please.
and suddenly, i’m in the tick-boom of it all…pieces fly and soar past my face, shards of heat pierce my body – swollen and ripe from across the room. slowly lost – sense, dimension, orientation, sliding down walls – holding it in and wanting it all. i know what it is: you. wider and wider i spread myself … tighter and tighter i become…feeling for big air in pressed places, trembling with delight, looking over shoulders to make sure you’re still watching … your want peeks through ripples around me … yes‘s caress my clavicle… tell me who? then, say your name. like a thousand curious fingers feeling for a way…i, suspended and created under your undivided attention – allowing my body to become fine art beneath your gaze, i arrive.
This is from Paulo Coelho’s blog, and recently came into my inbox. How fitting that this should appear during my meditations and reflections on Love. I have found this passage to be very true in my own experience. Enjoy.
October 26, 2016 by
“Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or–such is the pleasure they experience–they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.”
“Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.”
? Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes