As I re emerge from a long relationship, I find myself re entering a world of delicious and seductive intricacies.
I don’t find myself desiring to “rip” into a beautiful woman. The cardinal desire of flesh doesn’t motivate or compel me the way a conquest of the heart does, but on the same note, there is no greater pleasure in this existence than making love to someone you find beautiful.
Beauty comes in all shapes and forms, of course there is the primal manifestation of beautiful contained and displayed through the flesh, including the features a body has, how lean, how healthy, how curvy, wherever your mind can go in this regard, you can find. But there are complexities when it comes to beauty, and is one form of beauty “superior” to another, we must refer to old the idiom, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
It’s no secret that I can find my physical body lusting for another, but this does not constitute sufficiencies for me to pursue the ravishing, worshiping and indulging in the warmth of that person. When I feel the initial attraction, this attraction compels me to unravel this beauties mysteries, maybe it’s the greed of a true and emboldened sensualist. I don’t just want to relish in the physical. If I’m going to share my time, I want to know we can taste the sweetest intoxications, dissolve into each other’s deepest and most untouched realms.
I think this reflects the sex of a boy compared to the love of a man.
It’s all on my mind as I begin spending time with women as an “uncommitted” man.
It’s funny to say because I feel many look down on the way I describe my status as committed or uncommitted as we enter an age where “open relationships”, polygamy and all sorts of other freedom of love, sex and expression movements become in trend for the contemporary free thinker. I am no better or above this than anyone else, with my last partner we agreed to open our relationship and even though all relationships are unique, I can say I was quickly disillusioned to my willingness to be “modern” or “advanced” in my approach to union.
On the other side, many contemporary men strive to become “high value” because it is portrayed that once a man reaches a level of status, wealth and power he will be so heavily desired that women will accept and be willing to share him, enabling him to become, in the masculine inverse of our above idea, “superior” or “advanced” in his approach to union. I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced this in a “traditional” western sense, but in my early 20’s I lived something that is directly reminiscent of this to the point where I can say I, in the least, understand.
In not a person to condemn or condescend on others views or even beliefs, but I can very confidently say what Ive been describing and what I’ve grown to gravitate to is something different entirely because it goes above and beyond the collective consciousness and the multiplicity and allure of choices. It’s independent, it comes from within, not as a manifestation of your belongings, beliefs or attitudes.
Its beyond desire because desire is akin to impulse, bodies can become intertwined due to the whimsical ideas of the ego, there may even be transactions taking place, spoken or unspoken, known or unknown. This is Worldly, the delicious and seductive intricacies I speak of are Godly.
I want to be in the heart of my lover before I ever enter into her body, not because I’m above sex, sex, sex but because we are presented with the opportunity to experience the highest levels of Earthly human pleasure with one another. To take a woman’s body is the game of a peasant, to enliven the soul, to assist in a flower opening to let in the warmth and light, to have the strength and virtue to stand tall and true as a woman expands to consume you into her beautiful chaos, this is the gift and greatest pleasure of a King.
I am only allowing the words to fill the page, allowing ideas to take shape for the sake of my expression and potentially your enjoyment.
The Lover, The Tyrant, The Thief, The Holy Fool,
The King and The Queen
Stay in the light, Stay in the love
Jay Bierschenk