Making Love & Being in Love

Being in love is an incredibly powerful feeling. It carries you from every day oblivion into a mind-blowing cluster of intense passion and desire.

I don't know why we fall in love with certain people. Although in most instances, I have always felt that the people I have most been in love with; I knew in a past life.

There is nothing quite as intense and hypnotic as those first few months together making love.

When I think of being in love and making love, I think of deep, warm kisses and scrumptious hugs. I think of lying in bed in the dark, buried under the covers, speaking softly about things that I share no where else and with no one else. I think of how magical it felt to melt into one another; nothing in-between except the energy of our lustful love.

I am reminded of the stillness.

Can you bring yourself back to those moments when you let down all your guards? When you gave of yourself and felt "everything", when you disconnected from the world and all of your worries and responsibilities long enough to lose yourself in the magic of it all?

When you are in love you pretty much eat, sleep and breathe "happy" chemicals. Everything seems brighter, better and effortless. It's a drug you become addicted to; you can't wait for your next hit and you feel as if you cannot live without it.

I remember lovers eyes - open, wide open just for me to take a journey through to their heart and soul.

I remember the warmth of his body against mine. I remember having my head upon his chest; his breath rising and falling beneath my body.

I remember his mouth, his tongue, his lips all dancing across my body in kisses and soft brushes painting my skin and drinking the desire from my pours.

There's that incredible rush of chemicals - the deep, slow inhale, the inevitable, delicious exhale and sharing that arc of pleasure with the one you love.

Making love is a fruitful, fantastic waltz that moves and sways beautifully into the darkness and the light.

And with the right person at the right time; there is nothing quite like it.


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