These are my personal musings about the sometimes strange and frequently wonderful world of libertine sex and the tale of my journey into it. All references to living individuals are entirely anonymised. This blog is based entirely on my opinions and experiences and makes no claims to be representative of the whole swinging community. I hope you find something here to entertain you, amuse you, titillate you and perhaps even make you think. While sex appears to pervade our culture more than ever before, I believe that even today nowhere are we as unfree and tangled up as when it comes to the full erotic enjoyment of our bodies, hearts and minds. So if I manage to provoke some thought, I'll be glad. If you use this page only to help a sneaky orgasm along the way - enjoy!

Friday, 23 April 2010

Poetry: Meaning?

What do you mean when you say love?
What do you mean when you say passion?
Is it what I mean, is it something different?
How do those words shape themselves in you?
How do they fill your being?
That tug of the loins, do you feel that too?
That which brings you instant hardness and me instant wetness, is it the same?
That explosion of the heart that I have learnt to call love, does it have the same meaning to you?

Perhaps it does, perhaps it doesn't.
We are both human after all.
Can I ever really know, not having lived in your skin?
We use these words thinking we know what they mean,
yet what are they but scanty symbols of the things that make us human.

What do I mean when I say love?
What do I mean when I say passion?
I can tell you, but you may not understand.
But I can be here with you,
Feeling love, feeling passion,
And through some miracle we'll both know.

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