Have you ever experienced the sensation of your inner sexual core releasing within you, traveling through your veins and slowly seeping out? As though every pore of your skin is emitting pheromones into the atmosphere, drawing potential lovers to your side?
It’s interesting how often I feel this way lately.
The end of my sexually-repressed, emotionally-numb marriage seems to have opened a tremendous floodgate of self-awareness. Now, I wander through life splendidly in tune with my femininity and perfectly alive in my own skin.
There is something enigmatic and exhilarating about going for a walk, pushing a grocery cart, waiting for a cup of coffee and feeling a radiant aura of sexual energy emanating from me, giving off heat.
Which others notice.
A look, a passing glance, a quick meeting of the eyes. Flirtation in a breath.
And occasionally, the world evaporates; for a brief moment, existence becomes a universe of two:
Me… him… and the fraction of a possibility for fornication which may never come to fruition but which feels enticingly delicious to consider.
Sometimes, the sexual energy radiating between our untouched flesh is like an invisible flame that causes the hair at the nape of my neck to tingle.
Causes the moistness between my thighs to increase.
It is fleeting. But vitalizing.
And I walk away embraced in harmony with the inner seductress traveling through my veins.