This painful sweetness of total abandon… Is this desire? Or is it love? I have spent decades hopelessly wondering what making love meant. This total sense of togetherness. Feeling whole and filled with emotion. Just being and feeling. Being there and enjoying. Feeling alive. Staring death in the eye and whispering fuck you…
Set me ablaze, one blood vessel at a time
Passion is never overrated
You cannot find peace by avoiding life
Virginia Woolf