The Sexual Road Less Traveled

What is that unexpected rush that sends my body into ecstatic expectation?       

As my nipples harden, I realize with some surprise, that they are eagerly anticipating being squeezed.  
My mind balks at their response, yet it is undeniable.  
Body does not always follow mind, I think.  
Sometimes, body responds to a deeper wisdom.  

The body knows, that within the sharp piercing pain of nipples being squeezed hard, there is
Sweetness,
Stillness.  

Within the Yang
of aggression
is Yin.

I move closer to him, allowing the rest of my body comfort and invite him to
squeeze my nipples.  

Does he know, I wonder,
that it feels as if my nipples are pincushions,
and that he is sticking them with pins?

I watch him.

What I see reflected is
Innocent joy.  

I am that.
I realize

How could I know it could be so?  

For in his rush to pinch, my mind panics, and becomes too quickly
an impenetrable fortress, unwilling to let down its guard.  

But, fortunately curiosity creeps in, and I wonder if the pain is really all there is.

“Take me with you,”
I beg.  
“Take me on that journey before my mind has held fast.”

He releases and starts again.  

This time I hold my mind in the cradle of my heart and surrender to a greater truth.  

I relax.  

I feel the pain, but, I note, I find it exciting not fearful.  
I feel like I’m flying.  

Ahhhhh such sweet surrender.

This, I realize, is what my body too yearns for.

“Do it again,” I beg,
and together, laughing at the absurdity,
We travel a sexual road less traveled.