Let’s Talk Sex

Candidly speaking and with socially acceptable gloves off…it’s time to lay it all on the foreplay of life line.

she held her nervous sensuality in the window of her shielded panes

Nature is sexy!

There I’ve said it.  You don’t have to acknowledge it.  I’ll take all the blame for the following not defined by absentee diverse minds ‘sex talk’.

the ecstasy is in the dampness we absorb not the dryness in the word.

I walk into nature on a daily basis.  Fortunate am I to feel the swollen earth below my feet.  Happy am I to relish in the warm sensation that breathing as one with no one but provocative mother nature…I find myself getting a tingling from the inside of my thigh to the right side of my lower back…and slowly the transition takes place.

Foreplay, I suppose means what it means.  For us to play…before we begin our animalistic ritual of letting the beast that lives inside us all out.

How do I know that Mother and her nature turns us on?

It is that simplistic charm of knowing that something good lay ahead on my journey.  The damp and moist afterglow of a slow summer rain.  The abolishment of inhibitions and the exonerating freedom to be just who we are meant to be without questions being asked.

I suppose the natural beauty in the land escaping before us is akin to pursuing things we cannot have…yet, go after in full throttle noise any how.

The glance at a woman’s smile that adjourns a smirk and a confidence that allows for the electrics to happen.  Possibly no different from the wind the sheds upon our skin off an adjacent pond of pure grace.

nature…she’s come undone and she is ready to undress

It is a charm in all it’s goodness…woman, nature and ravenous thoughts.

Thoughts of how it would taste to be within the soul of beauty…beauty we can never seem to quite harness.