A man I know can be so good in my bed, so in touch with my energy. His mind and body show no inhibitions. He devours me and his self-confidence sends me soaring. I’m his canvas to play and experiment. I am his muse, bringing to life thoughts and emotions he didn’t know existed deep within. We explore one another like wild animals. The orgasm is not what we are after. It is not part of a journey. It is not the final destination. I’m not sure if there is a beginning, middle, or end. It’s just being with one another and that feeling of satisfaction from just being together…