If you had just slowed down,

You would have felt the first orgasm you gave to me.

Felt the pulse wrapped round you

Felt the heated flush

Felt hips reach for you

Felt the pull

Felt the depths

Felt

So many more 

I've been thinking

Wondering on sexuality. I'm not young. Goes without saying. But I have desires influenced by experience. My body remembers and misses love, touch; the pleasure of being explored and in the discovery. I wonder on the society that religates the aging body to celibacy. As if the pleasures once felt can be felt no more. That somehow we become numb, dead before our death. I wonder if death is but a side effect of this depravation. That the will to live is missing, when the pleasures of the body and mind are neglected. 

I plan to test this theory; see how long I can live.