Sunday, December 09, 2007

What You Do to Me

Sunday, December 09, 2007
It's strange and wonderful ... what you do to me. Did you know that I hate being touched? Well, it seems by all else save for you. I don't really get it myself. Before you, I did not want to be touched. And did not really want to touch. Sex has always seemed to me like a weapon ~ used against me to dominate or objectify and certainly to take something from me ~ or a messy activity in which I must engage to win or keep a man's love. I suppose sex seemed to me like the currency of love, and not the expression of it. I honestly could not fathom how an act I saw as violent and oppressive could ever have an association with love or passion. Until you. No kidding. It's what you do to me. For the first time, ever, I felt a man give me so much more than what he took ... during sex. I let you touch me in ways I let no others. I crave to be held tightly by you ... the way you do ... the way I let no others do. I feel carnal desire for you ... its as strong as the love and passion I feel for you. I thought myself incapable of having such feelings, desires, responses. You have unlocked me ... but only you hold the key. No other.

It's what you do to me.

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