Little Deaths

Love, will stain your heart & soul, like a pomegranate stains your fingers. It’ll devour you wholly, and just like wine, will intoxicate you to no end.
 
That’s only if it’s fine wine as cheap wine leaves you with a raging hangover, and a headache you wish to forget you never had, let alone tasted.
 
However, you’ll bask in its taste, and it’ll take you to breathtaking heights until it’s killing you soft.  
 
Ever so softly, yet leaves you violently quivering.  
 
La Petite Mort, is definitely its signature, anything else will not suffice once you’ve been there, and shared such with a lover whom you have a deep connection with; both psychologically & emotionally.  
 
The fire will be so divine that you’ll throw yourself into the flames to be consumed wholly, time & time again, as the wanting becomes a hunger.
 
A necessity, in the context of functionality, in duality.  
 
It’s more than pornographic, it’s purely metaphorical but deeply abstract, yet driven by a mutual passion & desire to please, and be pleased.  
 
Some women, never experience such whilst those of us that do, find the elixir of love that flows from a lover whose capable of loving you, deeply.  
 
And, vice versa.
 
Sadly, many women & men will never experience and/ or know of such as their social conditionings and/ or religious beliefs will impede upon their capacity to explore such.  
 
I can’t imagine anything worst than being with a lover who’s not capable of taking you to such dizzying heights, when sharing your body with them.  
 
Sex, then becomes a more holistic & wholesome practice between lovers; spiritually, emotionally & psychologically; which is akin to the holy grail, and sipping from the cup of sustenance.  
 
However, each to their own.