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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