Sunday Confessions: Sex

  I have been waiting a while to write about this. Sex... 

  I won't lie, I enjoy sex. But that hasn't always been the case. It took me until I was in my 30's to realize sex was even enjoyable. 

  I used to honestly think something was wrong with me because I just couldn't get "into it".  I couldn't get excited. Couldn't get turned on. I sincerely hope that isn't TMI. 

  I guess it took meeting the right person who I "clicked" with. Or better yet, someone that knew what the hell he was doing. 

Now, sex inspires poetry. So I'm going to bore you with one I wrote. Here it is, it's titled "Beautiful Climax". 

"His hands are on my body 

My skin is scorching hot 

I run my fingers through his hair 

And beg him not to stop 

He softly kisses my wet lips 

Making  his way to my neck 

My heart starts to race 

Wondering where he'll go next

His breath is hot and fevered 

My body arches close 

I wrap my legs around his waist 

I want him and he knows 

He pulls my arms above my head 

Puts his hand around my wrists 

He leans his head down to my ear 

And whispers that I am his 

I answer with yes..yes..yes.. 

Take me now my love, please 

He kisses my aching breasts 

And settles between my knees 

Then he makes love to me 

With his hands, his mouth, his lips

His head is between my thighs 

His hands are gripping my hips 

I am in agony and I love it 

I don't want him to ever stop 

Once I reach the beautiful climax 

He lays down and pulls me on top

We make magic together 

It's amazing how he turns me on

I collapse in his arms exhausted 

And together  we greet the dawn" 

That pretty much says how I feel about sex. Sex is awesome. May I even say, it's Spock-tacular?