Some
couples have this love that includes a sense and a taste for the primal grind. The
ancestral feel for this is
beyond any hormonal struggle for deeper expression. Their
touch has been developed to have the feel much like that of a potter’s touch, churning
clay shape at the wheel. For each of them, grind has an underground means that
they sense from within. They have come to a place within where they are laying
a red carpet for soul life to come through them. There is no titillation exchanged
as their ultimate reward. Their passion has more tenders of fire from deep
within volcano souls rather
than lightning fires on timber vacant and thirsty for just the flame of flesh. They
have a mutual respect for each other that has taken them on occasion, outside
of time. What would look like body to body to others, feels more like a magic
of beings to them. Their grind has the comingle of auras. Themsleves as oars,
producing ripples ascending and spaces of presence thunderous without movement.
There are silent growls presented that are done in the slowest of motions. Their
bodies are always meet-melting as if deeply eye-to-eye. There is no beginning
or ending. There is only the revealing of itself and the concealing itself
away. Over time, the primal grind becomes less a physical display and more
ethereal as their minds’ meld in the grandest of grinds . . .
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