As I was getting ready this morning in the soft light of the bathroom, your presence was at first barely noticeable to me. I get so concentrated on my hair, my lipstick…but when your breath fell heavily on the back of my neck, causing my spine to arch with involuntary pleasure and every little pore on my body to rise, when your nimble fingers removed my silly little bra like one might swat away a pesky fly and you cupped my breasts for a moment, yes, I knew you there alright.
You were like a mighty lion going in for the kill. I purred as your hands stroked my ass, your hardness pressing violently into my thigh. There was a lapse of time where I kept on fading in and out of consciousness, or maybe just changing modes of consciousness to be exact. Your strong hands suddenly gripped my ass and as you would have opened an apricot on a spring day, with strength and infinite kindness, you opened me up. There was a cool breeze on a hot snatch and it was at That Moment that this thought occurred to me. It is the reason I am now writing these words.
If I could capture an instant in a glass jar and keep it with me in every circumstance, if I could save just one small second out of my life and then take it out when I was feeling down, just one moment stolen out of the ruthless hands of time….
It is not The Before Time, although I do love that time. Nor The During Time, always such a thrusting, pounding pleasure. Not The Aftermath either, it can be honey sweet sometimes, most definitely. No, the second that I love the very most in this whole big world, that I wish I could crystallize into a sugar cube I would keep in my pocket is the second when you are just a tiny centimeter inside me. There is no greater good I can think of. I guess because it is a second charged with expectations of what is about to come. (me!) It is a second that makes me cry because I find it incredibly touching, this coming together, being one.
I was also thinking that in life, it’s always the things the most banal that are also the most shocking. Millions of people are born yet a newborn is a miracle, every time. Everything dies yet when it strikes someone around you, it is completely incomprehensible. When you slowly insert yourself, just the tip, it is an ordinary action…repeated throughout history by other humans and animals, bugs and fish, but to me, That Moment is the most uniquely beautiful one I can think of.