One day I had an epiphany about sex and thought greatly about it, I don't even think of it as just what it's proclaimed to be as shown on tv or the simple streams of videos on the internet. The chemistry of the two HUEman beings actually doing the physical penetration is magical when the mental connection frequency is at an all time high, and the possible orgasms that are just waiting to be released with increased body stimulation.It's easy for two people to go out, find each other hit it off from the generic conversation and engage in sexual contact, but without the feeling actually being there it's just senseless, example: when you're intimate with someone you wouldn't mind cuddling up next to the person and woudn't mind them still remaining next to your prescence, and usually when it's sensless one of the two beings are energetic to disperse from the sensation. Close your eyes and just imagine. scented candles lit, your favorite artist song is played aloud, smooth sheets for your bodies to roll around on, body touching, skin being caressed and the echoed voices of pleasure and satisfaction, that is SEX sex is ART. In my view as man, the female body is the canvas, and I am the paintbrush with the primary colors, of love, energies of the universe, affection for the masterpiece soon to be created. When the climax is reached to full potential, both bodies are meant to be visualized gently laid in a garden of white roses of relaxation, gazing in each others eyes in amazement.
