Eidetic

Alan Harrington once chanted "sexuality is a feverish hunt for rebirth" and when I absorb those words, and draw them deep into my being they begin to marinate with how I feel about harnessing my sexual energy, to channel it towards my man.  
 
Especially, when we're on the cusp of change, and emergence.   
 
For me, it's akin to spiritual practice.  
 
I'd submit myself to him to enable him to perform aesthetic acts upon me, for me, with me, to soothe, and heal me.  
 
Our love is intensified, and intimately personified, as raw flambeau passion.  
 
The love we make when we're deeply in love with the object of our affections, has to be mind blowing, and spine tingling, akin to soul mingling.  
 
It's medicinal, and the healing that transpires within such bonds are worth waiting to fill the empty spaces, between here & there.  
 
The act alone can be soothing when the threshold of pain & pleasure, is crossed.  
 
We learnt the art of sexuality, during bespoke lessons, by channeling his sexuality to consume me consciously, and subconsciously, with all of his being; mind, body and soul.  
 
He, will always be the narrative that fills my heart and soul, from dusk to dawn.

He is the only narrative that my soul recognises, as my own.  
 
He's the miracle that enables me to create life. He's the wilderness in which I must explore.  
 
He's a woman’s infinite purpose on this earth plane.  
 
He, is my sole purpose in life when I'm not pursuing my career, and tending to the flowers in my garden.  
 
Love, transcends all.  
 
There is no logic, when it comes to such bonds as our heart and soul is nourished, equally.  
 
It just is, and always will be as we're bound on the auric plane when we open ourselves to one another, and merge accordingly.
 
Love, can only be made, so make it ferociously.