And what I really want?
I want seduction.
I want to experience that intense, almost frightening moment when you realize you have no control at all, and you find yourself drifting, with no foundation beneath you, in a sea of inevitability so deep that it threatens to overwhelm you with fear and desire. The moment when your eyes lock with a stranger's, and you see your own hunger reflected in their eyes, like a pair of mirrors turned to face each other, creating an infinite hallway which you could fall into forever; with, and against, and inside them...
I want the indescribably sweet, rich taste of another person's mouth, and the sensation of their breath filling my lungs; I want the feel of small, strong hands locked behind my back; the feel of my fingers spread through soft hair, cradling the shape of a strong, sweet skull in my palm.
I want all of this in a look, in a touch; I want it in the trace of a fingertip on the back of my hand, in a sly glance over the rim of a glass, above a dark, smoky smile.
I reject the cold distances we place between each other, these icy gulfs of isolation and individuality. I want none of the rush and pull of people's desperate need. I refuse to accept that people will always be islands seperated by a cold dark sea. No fear, no more doubt; I insist on the hot, sane ideal of healthy human animals reaching towards godhead with their flesh.
This is a truth: there are deep undercurrents in the human heart; there are tides, and tribes, and rythmms of blood. Beneath you, underneath you, within you, there is an entity without fear, or sadness, or any ego at all; an id composed solely of confidence, made up of the smooth movement of muscle over bone. A power who was born into this world to smoulder and burn; behind the masks, beneath all the constructs of your personality, you are part of an ancient tribe, old and dark and powerful.
Sex is about status.
Sex is about pleasure.
Sex is about release.
Sex is about need.
Sex is fun.
Sex is dirty.
Sex is a thousand things. But Seduction is a singularity; seduction is about your subconscious self looking out through your eyes, and recognizing everything you have ever wanted, in the deepest, most primal sense, represented in the curve of a stranger's lips, the set of their shoulders, the light in their eyes.
Here's a secret, love. Your subconscious is smarter than you are. It really is. And unlike you, it knows what you want, be that pleasure, or immolation. And regardless of your best efforts, your subconscious will ensure that you attain your true desire, whether it is beauty or destruction; whether you want love or hate, danger, or absolute security, your deepest self will bring it to your door.
So, child of your heart, seduce and be seduced. Let your hope and your hungers run free; Your deepest heart will lead you to what you really want.
but for god's sake, don't talk about it. Don't ask permission, or analyze, or explain; that's exactly like asking a girl "if she's come yet". This is not about mind, or thought, or ever you it is about being a citizen of the Republic of Desire, which cannot be described.
Angels; do yourselves a favor...
Make dark eyes at a cute boy, even if he's your husband. Let your statements trail off into questions left unspoken. Raise one eyebrow and grin when you make a point. Touch a woman's hand while you talk. Talk about something other than yourself. Stop talking about anything dispassionately, and stop giving your negative feelings power by wasting time agonizing over anything you hate.
Negativity is a demon that can only go where it is invited. You invite hate into your heart every time you say it's name.
Talk about honey, and touch, and sour wine.
Talk about Italy.
Make of your life a moveable feast, a bacchanalia in which every person you meet is your guest; do this, and you will eventually seduce even yourself. And then every look, and every touch will have meaning.
Seduce and destroy.
INRI
I want seduction.
I want to experience that intense, almost frightening moment when you realize you have no control at all, and you find yourself drifting, with no foundation beneath you, in a sea of inevitability so deep that it threatens to overwhelm you with fear and desire. The moment when your eyes lock with a stranger's, and you see your own hunger reflected in their eyes, like a pair of mirrors turned to face each other, creating an infinite hallway which you could fall into forever; with, and against, and inside them...
I want the indescribably sweet, rich taste of another person's mouth, and the sensation of their breath filling my lungs; I want the feel of small, strong hands locked behind my back; the feel of my fingers spread through soft hair, cradling the shape of a strong, sweet skull in my palm.
I want all of this in a look, in a touch; I want it in the trace of a fingertip on the back of my hand, in a sly glance over the rim of a glass, above a dark, smoky smile.
I reject the cold distances we place between each other, these icy gulfs of isolation and individuality. I want none of the rush and pull of people's desperate need. I refuse to accept that people will always be islands seperated by a cold dark sea. No fear, no more doubt; I insist on the hot, sane ideal of healthy human animals reaching towards godhead with their flesh.
This is a truth: there are deep undercurrents in the human heart; there are tides, and tribes, and rythmms of blood. Beneath you, underneath you, within you, there is an entity without fear, or sadness, or any ego at all; an id composed solely of confidence, made up of the smooth movement of muscle over bone. A power who was born into this world to smoulder and burn; behind the masks, beneath all the constructs of your personality, you are part of an ancient tribe, old and dark and powerful.
Sex is about status.
Sex is about pleasure.
Sex is about release.
Sex is about need.
Sex is fun.
Sex is dirty.
Sex is a thousand things. But Seduction is a singularity; seduction is about your subconscious self looking out through your eyes, and recognizing everything you have ever wanted, in the deepest, most primal sense, represented in the curve of a stranger's lips, the set of their shoulders, the light in their eyes.
Here's a secret, love. Your subconscious is smarter than you are. It really is. And unlike you, it knows what you want, be that pleasure, or immolation. And regardless of your best efforts, your subconscious will ensure that you attain your true desire, whether it is beauty or destruction; whether you want love or hate, danger, or absolute security, your deepest self will bring it to your door.
So, child of your heart, seduce and be seduced. Let your hope and your hungers run free; Your deepest heart will lead you to what you really want.
but for god's sake, don't talk about it. Don't ask permission, or analyze, or explain; that's exactly like asking a girl "if she's come yet". This is not about mind, or thought, or ever you it is about being a citizen of the Republic of Desire, which cannot be described.
Angels; do yourselves a favor...
Make dark eyes at a cute boy, even if he's your husband. Let your statements trail off into questions left unspoken. Raise one eyebrow and grin when you make a point. Touch a woman's hand while you talk. Talk about something other than yourself. Stop talking about anything dispassionately, and stop giving your negative feelings power by wasting time agonizing over anything you hate.
Negativity is a demon that can only go where it is invited. You invite hate into your heart every time you say it's name.
Talk about honey, and touch, and sour wine.
Talk about Italy.
Make of your life a moveable feast, a bacchanalia in which every person you meet is your guest; do this, and you will eventually seduce even yourself. And then every look, and every touch will have meaning.
Seduce and destroy.
INRI
~cheers