BLAMING NEWTON

We soldier into the unknown familiarity of this chemical connection.  It is the beauty of carnal physics You do not mentally process what it is that happens, but certainly feel it.  A brave heart, courage, accelerated by the anticipation of a new journey into intimacy.  The brain bubbles with the excitement and confidence soars. You are in the zone.

This is the moment where nothing else matters. Everything is just a part in this play called, Life. Fade to black, except for you and me, we are vividly together.

The Consequence of Lust…

Like a gambler, are known but just don’t fucking matter. We are freefalling into the physiolgoical response. The seizing of the Amygdala.  The rush of dizzying newness. These moments play in slow motion, on a loop. They go deep enough into our cerebral bowels, beyond the imagination, because art and life are living at the same tempo.

The Energy of Two

The acceleration of which, depends on the force applied.   In our case, a light touch and the carnal pressure is ready to explode.

There are mysteries in life, laws of nature, not meant to be solved.  They live as a proof, hanging in human nature.  Observation is as far as you will get, as far as you dare to try.  The limbic tangles up our cognitive ability to want to understand. There are some feelings too good to rationalize. 

We know emotions come in pairs, delaying the inevitable pain.  They say right before orgasm is an imperceptible pain. The sweeping force.   It launches forward with controlled velocity that shocks the system.   You could change the trajectory and interrupt its energy but that would be unnatural, wouldn’t it? So, LFG, baby.

Blame Newton.