- (WARNING: Adult Content)
Imagine that feeling you get when you bite into a really good piece of sweet potato pie. Just imagine how it feels rolling around inside your mouth. The perfect ratio of warm to cool. Just stay there for a moment. Get in that mode. Now imagine the feeling you get when you swallow it. Such a sense of ease and warmth. Now imagine that point when that feeling fades and you’re anticipating your next bite. All right, now imagine never getting full because after each delicious bite the subsequent falling into a state of relaxation that never really settles powers the anticipation of the next delicious bite. That is a sudden fall to a quick rise. There’s no way that kind of feeling would ever become dense enough to settle. It would exist forever and ever. It’s that feeling we call love.
Imagine that feeling you get as the roller coaster bobbles there at the top of its track’s highest apex. Right before…
The fall. You knew it was coming, but you didn’t think you were prepared for it. You were too anxious. You didn’t get a chance to compose yourself. As soon as it occurred your mind was racing trying to make sense of this slight feeling of weightlessness, it put your ego on its ass. You just enjoyed the beautiful, yet oddly terrifying moment. That brief moment of weightlessness is what prepared your for the fall.
As you reach the bottom of the hill there is no time to settle because the force of the drop created a countering force that sends you right back up another hill where you anticipate yet another drop. The odd bit is that the climb up the hill provides a sense of relaxation. This sublime sensation allows you to ascend while contemplating the odd sudden overlapping transition from falling and rising that just occurred. But here comes that apex again. Are you prepared for another fall? You remember the first one and how at this same point you were mildly terrified yet anxious, but will you be able to—
No time to think as the car settles into its familiar place. You settle too. You’ve been here before but you wonder if the results will be the same as the last time. Then it hits you—this anxiety is essential to enjoying the fall.
You look down, yeah, the drop is steep, but you’re prepared. You know its steepness is necessary to provide a counter to the previous ascension. Then it happens. Again.
Another rush. Another fall.
Okay, now imagine feeling that way about someone before you ever step in bed with them. Okay, cool, now imagine the feeling you both would get when you do. Imagine alternating the sensations of the rise and the fall. You rise as your partner falls. They fall as you rise. If you lock into that groove of countering rises and falls it would seem as if the two of you were suspended in mid-air. Not rising or falling. Just there. Just being. BaDUM…BaDUM…BaDUM…