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“The LORD God said, ‘It is not good for the man to be alone….’” ‒ Genesis 2:18a
What I miss most, what I long for the most, isn’t the orgasm. Surely I do enjoy the climax, the culmination of passions and sensual lust with the spewing forth of my juices. But more to the point, that release into a special woman. However, this is not what I miss the most.
I am not made up only of balls and testosterone. Anyone who’s spent more than five minutes actually getting to know me realizes that I am far from the stereotypical “guy”. I fully know that there is so much more to love than a conquest between the legs.
Holding hands ‒ anywhere, everywhere, anytime, every time. Praying together. Writing notes to each other on the sermon notes during church. Passing in the kitchen, grabbing her ass. Legs entertained and wrapped around mine. Nakedness and the feel of soft, cool cotton and warm, smooth skin. Looking eye to eye. Soft quiet whispers in pillow talk about everything or about nothing. Her back pressed into my chest and her breast cradled in my hand. My face covered with her hair. The sound of her soft snoring. The softest of all kisses.
Us mortals are not only flesh and blood, but also spiritual beings as well. It’s a rare thing to stumble across the intercourse of spirits.
Perhaps one day soon a girl will cross my path, and as we get to know each other we find that we have enough in common There must be reasons I am where I am now. What will it take? How long? Will it ever happen? I don’t know. I’ve spent a great deal of effort trying to make it happen and I have worn myself out. There’s not much I can do to hasten things long. I can go to the gym and to my bike and get my body back into shape. I can go to The Word and allow my soul and spirit to be put back into shape.
“Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.” ‒ Song of Solomon 2: 7a