Quiet lovemaking

Finally, you tie up your homework for the night and come to my door. Silence comes from the inside, so you quietly open the door and peek inside. I’m in a lotus in the middle of my room, in my pants and sash. Incense burns in small holders on three sides of me, and you see the thin needles sticking into my acupuncture points, each needle with a small burning scarlet incense paste at the end. I seem to be a stone, no movement, even breathable. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I pressed in every direction simultaneously, but my pose seems to be relaxed. If you go back in the hallway and close the door behind you, you’ll hear my voice inviting you to come in and join. A little beginning, because you were sure you had been quiet and hadn’t disturbed me, you still slip back into my room and face me, sitting in Indian style, not completely comfortable in a full lotus.

You slowly relax your body, and begin the basic breathing exercises I taught you, slowly slipping further out of consciousness. Uncertainty about yourself, you keep jerking yourself off to reality, just to start over. Finally, you reach a sustainable state of musing, and begin to meditate.

There’s no idea of the time, but it seems much later that you feel that my hand is being held in front of you, palm towards you. You know your eyes are closed, but you can feel my presence and intention. You mirror my movement and lift your hand to push mine. In contact there is a slight spark, and you feel my presence even more tangible. You instinctively reach out to my other hand as it reaches out to you, and you are excited to acknowledge that you practice one of my most respected fighting disciplines. Palm to Palm, we push each other, my room, the apartment, St. Petersburg, Florida, the U.S., the Earth, and eventually even crossed the cosmos when we float together. We communicate with emotions, not words. You can feel my love swell in me and seep over you and shiver when you touch my passion.

In a world far away, you feel your clothes drifting away, and your body lifted up and nestled against mine, but here in nothing, you feel nothing but my mind glide against yours and mention it as blue smoke. Sensation comes from far away to you, but loses no power, only less intense. Your lotus blooms to accept my sex, and your body wraps around mine, keeping me deep inside you as we continue our meditation.

Instinctively, you stay motionless against my body, instead you use the inner muscles of your sex to grab me and pull me further into you, while I calmly in your wrist. Detachment as we both come out of our physical body, every new pressure is like a long, hollow stroke on a giant drum, slowly reverberating and reverberating through our bodies. Never before you have reached this level, you explore your environment, be careful not to cling to a concrete thought that would drag you back out of meditation, and your mind vibrates when our passion is reflected between us, in time on our hands, slowly pressing against each other, moving our body slightly apart, and then relaxing, letting us slide back together. Sensation builds on us, but in a different way than you’ve ever experienced before. Not the known exponential curve of stimulation, which quickly brings you to the desired point, instead these feelings seem to slowly fill your body, like a cup filled with water. Your whole body is consumed by burning, but there is no urgency, no need to bring the act to a climax. Instead you continue your movements, feel full of feeling, your body feels heavy to the point of bursting. Like the cup, though, when you can no longer comprehend the feelings, they spit gently out of you, not crashing through your body like an orgasm, but rather washing your mind and whole being with pleasure. You recognize the known tingling of your orgasm, but they don’t decrease. Instead you float on the waves of passion, you feel me holding you and feel my own fulfillment mixing with yours.

Slowly, you transcend these feelings. The sensations are still with you, but no part of your consciousness. As your mind glides freely and floats higher, so the sensations in your body become more intense, as your tolerance for intensity increases along with your perceptions. You feel our body together, locked in a passionate embrace as we spiral up together, our love knowingly shared as much through our minds as our bodies.

When you finally open your eyes, it’s dark outside. The minutes you felt passing were a few hours later. Slowly your consciousness awakens, and you blink when reality returns to you. At the same time you notice that you’re fully dressed, and you see me sitting opposite you, exactly as I had been hours ago, opening my eyes to smile at you.