Silence
I’ve been talking verbosely these past months about the overt joys of sexuality. While I’m always ready to shout about the empowerment of femininity from the roof tops, there does come a time for calm reflection. In this month of remembrance I felt it appropriate to talk quietly about the sweet purity of beginning love.
Reading this you may wonder what sort of mood you’re finding Miss Nina in and, as you can see, I’m feeling introspective. I’m taking a moment to ponder the perfection of arms around waists, of lips and soft kisses, and struggling for words that express just how much joy can be found in loving someone.
I bet you didn’t think I had it in me. You know, this ability to think deeper than cleavage, or harder than, well, you know. It appears I do. Even she sharpest of tongues can curl gently to accept loves touch.
There are metaphors, there are songs, there are a myriad of poems dedicated to true love. A lot has been said but there’s still so much left to say. I’m not sure if language can actually paint the picture, the feeling, the emotion that comes from knowing you’ve found the person you’re meant to be with. I’ve discovered this person. I feel like the luckiest girl to have walked through the scenes my life has played thus far, and come across my perfect co-star.
There’s quite a journey of self discovery that comes with seeing yourself as someone else sees you. All of a sudden a roll becomes a curve; a blemish becomes a freckle and those pesky imperfections become endearing personal quirks. God bless heart shaped eyes.
The beginning of true love is as cute as kittens on a pillow. The fluttery stomach when you go on your first date, the charged glances that are exchanged, the way smiles grow from smirks to ear to ear grins, the way hours can float through the embrace of a hug and the absolute feeling of ecstasy that comes from being in the beam of adoration. It’s the most magical feeling in the whole wide world. I apologize to no one for locking myself in true loves embrace and hibernating from the rest of the world. Every day in love is like Sunday. Curled up and cozy.
So, during this month of remembrance, I ask you all; take a moment to ponder the small sounds of kisses and the silence of hugs. As Tony Bennett once said, "the best is yet to come."
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