The Pleasure Principles

Make Up Sex

You know what I’m talking about. He’s got you so furious you want to punch him in the damn throat. Or you’ve made him so angry he wants to shake you until your wig flies off. Any serious relationship has experienced it; I say serious because we all know we wouldn’t get that angry over someone who is just there for sex or convenience.

It is normal to have disagreements and to be upset, as long as at the end of the day neither of you have said something so hurtful or disrespectful that you cannot recover from it. My philosophy is that the truth comes out when you are angry. Your filter temporarily breaks and what you held off from saying for the sake of someone’s feelings ends up spilling out like lava from a volcano.

Have you heard older people say “Never go to bed angry” before? It means tomorrow isn’t promised and whatever petty argument you had shouldn’t be the last words spoken to the one you love. Think about all of the natural disasters that have occurred. Think about all of the terrorist attacks. If you got into an argument with your loved one and they were a victim of something tragic, how would you feel knowing your last words to them were hurtful? Spiteful? Indignant?

If what you are fighting about is truly serious that neither of you can find common ground, I would highly recommend seeking a counselor to mediate. Sometimes having a fresh perspective can break the brick wall between the two parties.
A friend of mine said he and his wife recently had a terrible argument that lasted a few days. Although still angry at the other, they agreed to take it back to the basics and go on a dinner date. He said when she walked in wearing a tight black dress he forgot why he was even angry to begin with and immediately embraced her. Staring at her from across the table, he said he fell in love with her all over again. She played dirty; showing off her curves and peek-a-boo with her cleavage. However, that was the love of his life and the fact is neither wanted to ruin what they had over a petty argument.

Make up sex? Yes, please! He said he tore that *** up when they got home!

Human emotions have a way of being intense. Love, lust and desire can be just as intense as anger. It makes me think fiery red. Make up sex is like becoming a horny teenager all over again. Remember the raw passion you had; the lack of inhibition and intoxication of sexuality? Clothes were ripped off and thrown wherever, there was kissing, biting, licking, sucking, nibbling, etc. Hair was clinging to your skin with sweat beads rolling down your chest and back. Nail marks were digging into his back as he hit the right spot over and over. You didn’t care how loud you were. You were real. You were free. You were sexy. You were…back in love.

Love will make you do some strange things, let me tell you.

Saying What I Feel

I can’t understand why my heart is so deeply in love with you
I told myself our good-byes didn’t mean anything
And now I find myself sitting here crying
Lingering on the broken promise of a future that never was
And never will be.
Well, because you’re you and
I’m me.

How did I end up here?
Why can’t I simply hate you and move on?
You’ve nestled somewhere inside me
So deeply inside that to lose you
Feels like I’m losing a limb.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think straight.
As the tears moisten the bitterness of my heart
I feel it softly bleeding for you.

How is it you got here?
How did u get the best of me?
How did I not see it coming?
How am I in love….again.

I tremble.
What if this good-bye means forever?
The better part of me wants to scream.
Kick and scream for you to not leave.
Not leave me like all the others before.
But my pride won’t let me.
So I blink those vulnerable tears away
And smile as I hug you one last time.
I try telling myself to let go. Let go.
But I’ve never felt more safe and secure than in your arms.

I said I’d never let you see me cry
But maybe I should.
Maybe I should go out on a limb
And open my heart.
Hell, it’s already broken
What more can hurt?
Rejection, that’s what could hurt.

I’m gonna release you to your future.
And keep the memories of us alive
In the music I listen to.
And reminisce on our kisses when I feel lonely.
And revel in the fact that we were everything we could ever be in our moment
And whether our love is fleeting or lasting
I know in my heart it was real.

Passion Chronicles #2

He asked me what I dreamt about last night and I said, “It’s quite obvious; you”.

He asked me to go into detail but I chose not to tell. On recap of the night’s events in my mind was as wild as having sex with the lights on.
The slow caress of his words through my mind wet my appetite and left me in search for more. I was hungry for his lips; thirsty for his touch. Ultimately, I was yearning for his affection. He found my wall and destroyed it without much effort. Maybe because he was meant to; or maybe because I can’t help myself from opening up the way I do around him.

We talked about our boundaries and created eloquent rules to break; you see, some rules are simply better when they’re broken. Those broken rules melted as fast as my body into his warm embrace. He held me so close to him that I could feel his heart beat; I wondered could it ever beat for me?

I caressed his face and when we made eye contact I had to look away. I felt like a clear window that he could see right through. It’s much too soon for such vulnerability. I’m not even sure if this could last. But he lifted my face up to his and kissed me so tenderly as if answering my question by the soft and gentle connection between our lips. It spoke so much louder than any words I’d ever heard.

Am I being foolish? Probably. Am I in control? Not in the slightest, which makes it all the more scary. But I love how I feel when I am near him. I love the warmth he provides my heart. I love the moments that take our breath away when we are together. He’s got potential to be the beginning to my end…or a momentary pleasure.

We need not take our intimacy to physical heights because I believe he’s made love to my mind with words. He’s undressed my insecurities and cuddled my desires. He’s welcomed my morning after and embraced all of my flaws. It seems too good to be true until he disappears abruptly; leaving me in search of what could be.

I hate the feeling of despondency. I feel abandoned. I hate feeling “out on a limb.” Maybe if I knew his intentions it could provide some type of comfort to my deepest insecurities.