Timeless Loving

Time is perceived very subjectively. Sometimes we can forget time and during loving time gets stretched.

I am sitting at the shore and watch the sea making love to the rocks. Eternal moving and caressing. It never stops. Imagine the rock could feel touch, like we feel with our skin and body.

Each contact with a wave is new and different from the previous one.

The sea is rolling in and the rock is waiting in anticipation. How will she touch me this time.

He is fully anticipating the moment of meeting, feeling the rise of energy just before the impact.

Hardness is born out of the breaking waters. The wave crashes the stone into existence. 

The flowing foam caresses and sculpts at the same time.

Creation is orgasmic joy; an eternal splashing formation out of a billion possibilities.

I am sitting between the rocks and notice this loving.

In my mind I perceive moments and eons of sea and rocks born into reality.

Without reference to observe time, loving will be endlessly slow and orgasmic exploding in eternal unison.