A comment to AK47's recent post

AK47 posted:

http://www.annabelleigh.net/messages/548745.htm

which is a bit down the list of posts so I thought I'd comment here. Otherwise, I'd forget where I posted it. I wrote only a few lines per hour so this is a bit late in the posting of a reply. Sorry.

Re: Skin!

Of all the senses that humans have, the sense of touch is intimate. But not the most intimate.

We see things at distance. A pretty little girl running to our outstretched arms is several feet away. Even in a kiss, the sight of Her closed eyes is inches away. If things get too close, as She did, we close our eyes.

We hear things at distance. A pretty little girl screeching in delight at being tickled can be heard across the room and down the hall. When She breathes rasping breaths as She is enraptured during what changed to close intimate exercise, She sounds a beautiful inch or two away from our ears.

We smell things at a distance. A pretty little girl who had just finished a glass of chocolate milk will laugh when we comment on Her whispers. As the pleasures of non-traditional sex are shared, we can sense the difference between Her sweet sweat near Her neck and the intoxicating bouquet enticing us from Her welcoming knoll. However, there is something yet closer to us.

We touch things that have no distance. A pretty girl in exquisite motion beneath Her lover is doing Her utmost to get as much touch as She can from Her partner in ecstasy. Her hand on a slippery, sweaty back rarely stays still. Leg against chest demands more. Lips to sensual lips - in direct contact with each lover's sense of being - cannot be describe with mere written words. Yet, as craved as it is, the sense of touch cannot be any closer. Both lovers' minds have something closer than direct contact.

We taste things inside us. A pretty girl's fun button responds to a tongues touch and floods the vicinity with pheromones. Eventually, Her essence finds its way for Her lover to savor Her uniqueness, an experience impending and perceived inside us. Because the perception begins orally, She cannot share the pleasure. She is elsewhere.

It is only then, when we meet Her in that elsewhere, that the two lovers experience a sense that is closer than inside both.

Love occurs in our minds. Beyond sight, beyond sound, beyond the pheromones and sweat, beyond the delight in tasting anothers material being, when the pleasure of another is essential to the pleasure of ourselves, when the bonding of one mind to another occurs, then we have something that is beyond inside. We are One yet ourselves. Its a confusion of concepts but, nonetheless, we are able to sense this and find it understandable. Some people are incapable of this understanding, though; they have dead minds.