Quiet Love

I am sitting in a full lotus in the center of my room. Incense burns in small holders on three sides of me, and you can see the thin needles sticking into my acupuncture points, each needle with a small burning dab of incense paste on it's end.  I appear to be a rock, no movement, even breathing apparent.  My muscles are clearly defined, as though I was straining in every direction at once, but my pose seems to be relaxed.  As you start to step back out into the hallway and slide the door shut behind you, you hear my voice inviting you to come in and join me.  Starting a bit, as you were sure that you had been silent and hadn't disturbed me, you nonetheless slip back into my room and face me, sitting down indian-style, not yet fully comfortable in a full lotus.

You relax your body slowly, and begin the basic breathing exercises I have taught you, slowly slipping further from consciousness.  Unsure of yourself, you keep jerking yourself back to reality, only to have to start all over again.  Finally, you reach a sustainable state of relaxation, and begin to meditate.

There is no conception of time, but it seems a great deal later that you feel my hand held before you, palm facing you.  You know that your eyes are shut, yet you can sense my presence and intention.  You mirror my motion, and lift your palm to press against mine.  At contact, there is a slight spark, and you feel my presence even more tangibly.  You instinctively reach for my other hand as it reaches for you, and you thrill as you recognize that you are practicing one of my most revered martial disciplines.  Palm to palm, we press against each other, my room, the earth, and finally even the cosmos transcended as we float into my world.  We communicate, though with emotions, not words. You feel my love swell inside of me and over you and shiver as you reach out and touch my passion.

In a world far away, you feel your clothes float off of you, and your body lifted and nestled against mine, but here in nothingness, you feel nothing but my mind slipping against yours and melding with it like blue smoke.  Sensation comes to you from a great distance, but loses no power, only becoming less intense.  Your lotus blooms to accept my sex, and your body wraps around mine, holding me deep within you, as we continue our meditation.

Instinctively, you remain motionless against my body, instead using the inner muscles of your sex to grip me and pull me further into you, as I pulse quietly inside you.  Detached as we both are from our physical bodies, each new pressure is like a long, hollow beat on a giant drum, reverberating and echoing slowly through our bodies.  Never before having reached this level, you explore your surroundings, careful not to latch onto any concrete thought that would drag you back out of meditation. Your mind quivers as our passion is reflected back and forth between us, in time to our hands, which slowly press against each other, lightly moving our bodies apart, and then relaxing, letting us slip back together.

Sensation builds within us, though in a different way than you have ever experienced before.  Not the familiar exponential curve of stimulation, quickly bringing you to the point that release is demanded, instead these feelings seem to be slowly filling up your body, like a cup being filled with water.  Fires consume your entire body, but there is no urgency, no need to bring the act to any climax.  Instead, you continue your motions, feeling yourself full of sensation, your body feeling heavy to the point of bursting. Like the cup, though, when you cannot contain the sensations any longer, they gently spill out of you, not crashing through your body like an orgasm, but rather washing your mind and entire being with pleasure.  You recognize the familiar tingling of your orgasm, but they do not abate.  Rather, you just float on the waves of passion, feeling me holding you and sensing my own fulfillment mixing with yours.

Slowly, you transcend these feelings.  The sensations are still with you, but not part of your conscienceless.  As your mind slips free and floats higher, so do the sensations in your body become more and more intense, as your tolerance for intensity heightens along with your perceptions.  You feel our bodies together, locked in a passionate embrace as we spiral upward together, our love shared consciously as much through our minds as our bodies.

When you finally open your eyes it is dark outside.  The several minutes that you felt had gone by had turned to several hours. Slowly, your conscious mind reawakens, and you blink as reality returns to you.  In the same moment, you note that you are fully dressed, and you see me sitting facing you, exactly as I had been hours ago, and opening my eyes to smile at you