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Writer's pictureSatya Magdalena Yukti

LIKE A SPANISH GUITAR

Updated: May 21

Like a Spanish guitar

He wanted to play me

But only till the dawn…

In more earthly terms –

He just wanted to have s3x

Is there anything wrong with that?

Is he a bad man?

Does it make the experience any less magic?

No, absolutely not

Then… why does it feel wrong?

How is it that

when someone says…

“oh… he just wanted to have s3x”

we all know what it means…

and have feelings about it…

Why does it feel like cheating?

Well, maybe because, so often, it is

Because the best players,

the ones who whisper the sweetest secret words in Spanish in your ears

touch your skin like roses and liquid honey and feathers

and look at you like the rarest treasure

Yeah, just those guys…

the most refined

have oftentimes trained themselves to be Mister Perfect

with whom you would go to the end of the world

Just usually, the end of the world is not actually their plan

as the bedroom of one of you will be much closer

Those guys know from the smell

From far distance

The woman

Who is likely to fall in

Because they need you to fall in

the trap where they have trapped themselves

without even realizing it

Because deep down, beneath all the confidence

They believe that’s the only way they can get s3x

And they need it

Like air

So they find the woman

Who is either young and naïve

Or longing for those arms

and the sounds of the Spanish guitar

the sounds of love

more than madly

She needs love

Like air

And believes s3x and pleasing men are the ways to get there

So she will not say ‘no’

You will not hear from her that she’s not really up for casual s3x

Even if she actually isn’t…

She will not have too many questions

Or boundaries

Her need is to please

Drink the sweet feeling of intimacy

And avoid being disapproved or rejected

And sometimes, when she gets sick of it,

she may become the predator herself – femme fatale

Because why not?

That gives her the control and power…

But the thing is…

this power is not real

The thing is, there’s always this hurt child underneath

the Casanovas and femme fatales

And no matter how many broken hearts they leave behind

It will never fill the void…

Until they realize it,

the show goes on…

The guitar players get ever more virtuous

The fair ladies ever more sexy

Vaginas are accessed through the hearts

And hearts conquered using vaginas

Yeah…

And sometimes it happens, the game doesn’t work

Someone tells him she’s not up for ONS

Now he’s gone…

Turns out, he was not so much into you after all

Well, at least not into your soul

That is why and when

‘wanting only s3x’

Feels wrong

Because it’s based on lies

That’s the game, we need step out of

If we want the Spanish guitar

Play not roles

But songs of the heart

Beats of then body

And melodies of the soul…

If we want to love and make love, instead of playing it

If we want to be playful for real

So freedom, love and beauty of the moment

make all expressions of the Eros sacred

So instead of putting up a show, we are real, seen in our power and vulnerability

So that giving happens with grace, pleasure and satisfaction

Regardless of whether the guitar

Plays through ages

Or just till the dawn…



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