Why is it, that quite often, our greatest forms of expression are often met with suppression? Does it make man righteous to admit his heart's true desire, and then deny himself its' embrace? Is it giving up the one thing of this world, that holds power over us, the way for a soul to take a step closer toward the light? I do not know my friend. And with that being said, would I be sentenced to the darkness, if I reveal my heart's desire is you, beloved? Would I never be kissed by the light, unless I denied myself your love's warm and tight embrace? I'm not sure my friend.
For you see, we are a nation, a culture, and a people that are obsessed with sex. It saturates our music. It saturates our screens. It even bleeds into the way we choose to dress. But we are also a nation, a culture, and a people who are truly afraid of its' power. We are afraid of truly experiencing sex the way man and woman were created to enjoy. To be reborn inside the arms of another, and for one instance, to flirt with divinity. And that is because religious institutions have condemned this form of expression. To them, it is something that only a married couple can partake in. And even then, it must be ordinary and void of pleasure. As it is simply a means to achieve procreation.
But in the belief systems that once existed, such as paganism, it was believed that one could achieve transcendence in the joining of a man and woman. And at the peak of each participant's sustained pleasure, it was believed, that both were on a level of spirtuality that brought each closer to God. And it has been said, that in these pagan religions, women were worshipped, and treated as goddesses. For they were seen as a physical route to Heaven for man. But unfortunately, these beliefs have no place in today's society.
Most religious institutions practice not only the suppression of the physical expression, but they still suppress the women themselves. It is very rare to see women in a place of power in these institutions. In some cultures, women are expected to be submissive, and in existence solely to oblige the whims of man. In some cultures, women are expected to cover their personal temples, for fear of the lustful eyes and thoughts of men. And even in centuries past, women were quite literally demonized and burned at the stake, for being labeled as "witches" by the ignorant men of the time.
And here in the modern world, sexual expression is still viewed with ignorance. And human desires are so suppressed that they often pervert and metamorphasize into something far more sinister. And it is my belief, that this is where the worst aspects of humanity come into play. Disturbing acts such as rape and molestation are a disease that are often blamed on different forms of entertainment. Which to me is a lie, and allows those who commit the acts to have an excuse for their actions. When their problem is far more psychological, and falls under the umbrella of the nature versus nuture debate.
But I must be honest beloved, I don't know everything. I only know what I believe. And with the knowledge I gain each day, those beliefs can be influenced or even changed. For any man whose ways are set in stone, is just a fool at the end of this rope. But due to your actions, I still have plenty of rope to pull from. And while continuing with my honest dear, I have much to admit. In this form of physical expression that we call sex, I am not as experienced as most. I often cause my mind to be weighed down by the worries of the outside world. I have certain faults and reach certain failures due to the poor condition of my personal temple.
And while all of this is really quite sad, it once was said that every darkened cloud, has a silver lining. And while your love is the sky that's slowly turning blue, the silver lining in this cloud is simply time. While some measure time with grains of sand, time is fluid to me. Whether it comes in the forms of flowing drops, or remains as still as any ocean, I still have time. I have time to rebuild and reshape my temple. I still have time to learn and study the finer arts of physical expression. And I have time to become the sharpened blade that shall fit your waiting chalice well. I have the time to perfect the art of pleasing you beloved. And with God as my witness, I shall not fail.
Thank you for reading dear. Thank you for your patience. It shall be rewarded. Tenfold.
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