God Is Sex Without Apology

I want to live my life the way I make love, with fearless passion and a joy that needs no apology.

There is no excuse-making in my sexual life, unlike what sometimes happens in life. When I make love I do not falter, I regret nothing, and I feel no shame for my unspoiled pleasure.

My pleasure is untainted, complete, unsullied, untouched by ideas of right or wrong, good or bad.

Have I done enough, said enough, been good enough? There is no question about my worth, and my value is never in doubt while I make love.

There is nothing to prove within pleasure. I am entirely certain of it.

It is mine, and I allow my husband to discover that beauty and to know that he is its cause as well, an equal and worthy partner and a catalyst for the fiery release of pure passion within me.

In sex I do not judge. I feel no insecurity when I receive what is offered and what is mine by every right. I do not hesitate to ask for what I desire so that I may reach the next peak, the next moment when my sight opens to the divine, to what we call "orgasm", for we rarely realize that it is, in truth, God.

I want to live as loudly as when I call your name while I climax the first time, the fourth, or the fifth. I want simply to glide through life as gently and sweetly as that soft sigh I release in the instant when every cell in my body is aflame. When I cannot hold on to anything, and I feel nothing but PLEASURE and the PRESENT MOMENT.

I wish to spend my days crying out with joy in pleasure and arching in ecstasy as life pours into me and enters every last hidden corner of my being. It anoints me with what is my birthright, the exalted perfection of a taste without end.

There has only ever been ONE, and lovemaking is my passage or doorway to remembering what it is to be ONE. What it is to be part of oneness, what it is to live in eternal bliss.

I want to cry out at the top of my lungs so I may share my TRUTH with everyone, as I do when I climax, without apology, without fear of what the neighbors might say. In truth, I believe it would do them good to hear a woman in the sweet pangs of climax.

I even believe the world, for a change, would benefit from seeing the raw and uncensored truth of expression. I think it would be good to share it across different walls, news feeds, and tweets.

I want to love myself completely in every moment just as I love that place your penis touches so perfectly, regardless of position and regardless of circumstance. That place is always there and it always hits the mark. I want every moment in my life to hit the mark. That sweet feeling of perfection, that energy that fills every cell of my body, that instant of insight into the perfection that we are. If your penis can do that, surely life can too?

I want my life to be like the beautiful dance of union in that instant when we both "click", when we move in perfect rhythm, when I feel so good that I think I will either die or explode, until I remember simply to let go, to relax, to breathe, to open and allow that energy to take me, to pass through me, to enter you and in turn receive you. Why? Because the two of us can receive far more together than either of us can alone and we are far more than our bodies, our personalities, and our thoughts.

My heart is boundless, do you not know?

That moment when you say "You are so good." That is my heart. Many men and women may think it is only a vagina, yet it is me holding you in the warm embrace of my love, for there is no difference and no separation between my heart and my sex. They are one, and you cannot simply dip a finger, you must dive all the way in and cry out at the top of your lungs from the pure and wild ecstasy that overtakes you while we make love.

At last I am learning to live, after years upon years weighed down by shame for no particular reason, by shame at the very fact that I am alive, by shame for having done something "wrong" I could not even remember afterward, by shame for every thought or act.

With every orgasm I cast off the shackles of shame, the constant fear that I am wrong, that I am separate from Love, from God, from the Divine.

The Infinite, the Divine, God, which people wish to name or grasp as light and positive vibrations, is found most truly in those raw moments of uncensored passion that smell and taste of orgasms, and it NEVER, not EVER, asks for an apology for PLEASURE!