Cape May

The Mojo of Our Love

I add these acts of love or sex, depending on one's point of view, because it is important that I tell all. For only by telling all can the full extent of our love, our relationship, be understood. That summer we fell in love and we did things for each other and to each other. We were able to do this because we were so in love. We loved and made love in those few months that would last us forever. We did things that summer of 99 that most people never get to do in a lifetime.

We did things out of lust. We did things out of curiosity. We did things out of passion. But most of all, we did these things out of love and love allows all. Love is total. When two people feel for each other what we felt for each other, nothing is wrong. It is all good. Curiosity is mankind's greatest asset.

When two people are in love, they are willing to do anything to expand the boundaries of that love. The love makes it right, then the sex, as outrageous at it may seem, makes the love stronger, bigger, willing to take on more risks. And with each successful risk taken, it feeds the relationship into a bigger and bigger entity, until it becomes super-human, a fairy tale in the making. And suddenly you wake up one day and realize the love you have has developed muscle – has developed mojo!

Our scene in the shower proves this. We were not ashamed or disgusted afterwards. We were not even confused. On the contrary, our closeness multiplied. Our love multiplied, because we knew in our hearts that something very special had just transpired between us. And it was good.

And so, it is with this objective in mind that I include and share our most intimate details, for it is only in these details that one can truly appreciate the true essence of the feelings that I had for her and she for me. For our feelings for each other to develop the way it did, sex was important. And crazy sex was crucial. Crazy sex was nothing more than the physical manifestation of the love we had for each other. The crazier the sex, the greater our love grew. And so I have tried real hard to show that we were not just some teenagers in lust without a compass to our feelings.

And I understand that to the uninitiated, these could be scenes from a pornographic movie, an erotic novel. And many may erroneously conclude that this is nothing more than a pornographic piece masquerading under the guise of 'literature.'

And so again I beg to differ. And it is only because most people have never experienced the joy of giving oneself, sexually, spiritually or otherwise that they may conclude that this is mere pornography, something base, crass, writing simply to stimulate the basic instincts we have.

And to those, I must vehemently defend my position, for love should never be subjected to such ignorant prejudice. This writing is not meant to stimulate that base human instinct which resides in our lions, but rather, this writing is meant to stimulate the heart and the mind and show that when the mind and heart are totally engaged, then that other instinct becomes pure and complete and only serves to complete the circle of true love. And within this circle, anything goes, and it is all good.

Sex, in and of itself, has no beginning and no end. It just is. By itself, it is an action for the mere purpose of itself. Base, cold, untouching and at times, tasteless. What I speak about is love, not sex. What I talk about is the mojo of our love. Sex is merely a filler, the meat between the bread. Sex, pure sex for the purpose of nothing else but the mere action of itself focuses only on the filler. There is no regard to the bread itself. The type of bread; brioche, baguette, bagel, whole wheat or white? Is there lettuce, dressing, tomatoes. Is the bread toasted? Is it hot or cold? Is it round or long? Is there cheese and if so what kind? Pickles, I love pickles in my sandwich; Ranch dressing, mustard, lettuce. So many things that go into the making of a great sandwich, and yet, sex is simply the meat between the bread.

Don't get me wrong, if all else is in place; a crunchy, toasted baguette, tomatoes, melted Gruyere cheese, a sliced pickle, lettuce and a great dressing and the filler is great, then the sandwich as a whole becomes a masterpiece. But that is only if everything is taken into consideration.

Perhaps this discussion about a great sandwich may leave one hungry, but that's ok, because great sex will also leave one hungry. And so we are still on the same page.

I burden you with all this because I am trying to get my point across. Love is good, but it is the actions one takes within this love that ultimately makes it great.

To quote an old cliché, 'actions speaks louder then words."

I once went into a deli and had the most amazing sandwich. When I returned a few weeks later and requested the same sandwich, the owner proudly handed me my fare. Upon biting into it, I immediately realized this was not the same.

"But this is not the same sandwich as before," I exclaimed.

To which the owner replied.

"Sir, it is the same; eggs, bacon, cheese, lettuce, oil and vinegar. It's just on a croissant, not the toasted baguette you asked for last time. Other then that, it's just the same."

And so, I rest my case. A baguette is as different to a croissant as love fulfilled is to a relationship that has never had mojo.