profound breath

a quick lesson that's taken a lifetime to breathe in

a morning exchange:

Me: I remembered while I was meditating, this moment when we were fucking, I breathed so deep while you were thrusting into me. I swear I had never really breathed into my belly before that, or felt what it was like to be touched with so much inside me, or made such full contact.

Him: We need presence cues. Like safe words, but for awareness. We laugh a fair amount, which is the best sex language, so we should add tiny reminders for deeper practices along the way

let this be a lesson for everyone.

notice how your breath moves in close contact.
notice if it moves at all.
are you open to the fullness of the moment?
or does tunnel vision set in?
does your world become avoidance?
are you running from the heavy lightness of connection?
are you able and willing to take Him (her/them/it/everything/anything) in?
do you want to feel what is happening?

are you thinking about how it should be, or letting yourself experience how it is?

in this moment of connected depth, i noticed in a way i never had, the contraction in my abdomen. evidence of a lifetime of holding everything in. winding my awareness around of the tautness of my skin. the rippling abs i was supposed to maintain in every waking moment. the way i couldn’t let any more into my system. there was already too much i was sitting on. not nearly enough room for a cock and a presence as beautiful as His.