| I remember listening to a composition made by a friend of my ex, a sort of... new age tribal fusion.. very sensuous, soft. Meditative. He was very excited to have him and I listen to it. He said there was a surprise for me half way into the song. Those moans were from so long ago, I hardly recognized myself. We were at a music festival. My love and I... falling in love there. Losing ourselves in one another through sex and song. Four nights of a honeymoon with the man I thought after the third night I was going to marry. He was nearly a stranger to me only weeks before, and yet after that weekend, something in me opened. It was the fastest I had ever fallen in love. It was the only time I had ever fallen in love. When the album was released two months later, the song that was reedited with the sounds of our lovemaking I found was named ominously appropriate of the experience there. He called it, Dearmoring The vocal cord of a woman in lust is different than that of complete devotion. I intertwined myself inside his heart akin to the way our bodies merged every morning, afternoon and evening. We spent the days dancing and feasting. Connecting with artists who rejoiced in our song. They could hear us in our tent yards away, and smiled evocatively every time him and I passed by their camp sites hand-in-hand. That was his gift, I should have known. He was a musician of sex. Sure, he carried his Hang drum everywhere and played for crowds but his most beloved instrument was me. He played my body with the same kind of tenderness, the same ear. Head tilted, listening to me breathe. Listening to what my body whispered back. I have always loved the music of sex. Possibly more than the actual act. For it is the music of lovemaking that gives dance to it. Bodies merging and folding into one another. Writhing and dripping down the bed like syrup. This was our dance, this was our song. It is the Sound of all Life. The primal hymns of enlightenment. You do not need to go sit under a tree, or go to church, or fast to know this Light. It is born from the deepest crevice of our souls and unites only when we have reached our most carnal self. And like a cannibal, feasted on the flesh of our identity. Consuming our own bodies and that of our lovers until nothing else remains but the raw and bloody heart itself, beating for last. The wetness, the groans of birthing through our sex. Sucking and kissing, licking and slurping, all found within a rhythm. Each song unique from the next. The rhythm of lust sounds different than the rhythm of love. With lust, there is always an urgency to it. A desperation... almost a frustration. It seeps through the pores from an outside stimulus and begins to vibrate and tremble with demand. The breaths come shallow and often fast. There can be biting and sucking, hands reaching out. Groping, clawing, scratching. Pounding up against each other, drunk and hungover yet still parched with thirst. There are different degrees of intimacy found in lust. With more intimacy, the rhythm evens out, it creates a harmonic piece that coaxes us to dance and follow. Love though, mmm... what of love? Frightening in its magnitude... Unlike lust, love is not pressed for time. There is no urgency, whether the songs of it be more carnal than soft... does not matter. There is no ending line. Love begins as if never ended. As if it never could... The sounds mix and fuse together, born from within our hearts. The beat of the heart becomes our Drum. And the fire of our ceremony dissolves our moans into unending ripples of ecstasy. I cling to my lover like this, mounted and held steadfast by this beating drum. He pulls me deeper into him as he comes. Our song becomes a vocal blend. There is no masculine anymore, no feminine. It becomes a being of energetic light, turning into and unto itself, witnessing God through our iris looking back. That is the most divine song I have ever heard. Behold... The magic that can be heard in the music of Sex. |
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HANNAKA
6/8/2016 09:18:55 am
Hey Dorrina,
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