Let start with some startling poetry

The physics of Love

As a gifted trespasser breaks through your door, one thought should emanate, why he would risk the sound and motion of such an entrée if he didn’t really want you! You should be compelled to give, to show, to make sure his trap was right.

The willing sortie you’ll become, asserting yourself as prey. Your palms upwards and towards him. Let the velocity of two bodies clashing together send ripples through undisturbed air for all to hear. Let the motion of his hand unbuttoning your shirt be that vacant reply everyone longs for.

Take his breath and join his pulse, let your hesitation be the primer for his next set of ideally rendered illusions. Deny him only the things that would jeopardize the closure you both seek.

You both deserve it, the passion, the need, the want, the crippling sensation of an orgasm. Leaving limbs and loins behind. Not to be trapped by gravity, guesses, prejudice or fate.

To derive moments from infinity, the domain of a mathematician, is simply the spell of letting go. Not considered, becomes not spoiled. The moment stays sacred by absence of pondering.

The sound of fabric abrasiveness against the skin, however faint, must be taken as a signal.

A signal of universal coherence, driving the predicament of love…