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?