Great sex starts long before the rendezvous, in my head, in her head. Its in the anticipation, the longing and desire. The sparkle of meeting, desiring each other, but restraining ourselves. And the undressing, touching, caressing, words of love, desire and lust. A wordpicture in her mind, suggestions, temptations, flirtations, caresses. The mind creates, and the body will follow. I've rarely had bad sex. I'd rather not have sex, if its not great. It lingers in our memory, long after we've seperated, fired up by a scent, music, a touch, words spoken, a poem. It cant be described, only felt. |