Passion

Recently I have started watching (okay binging) on the series "New Girl". Three seasons in and two of the main characters have (finally) become romantically involved with each other. I know it's fiction yet I (oh so) recognize the familiar dynamics. The whirlwind, the breathless excitement, the raw passion. I miss those lovely things. I remember relationships which were comprised of these same behaviors and feelings. I want to experience those things again. The tender throes of passion from the sweet love making to the lustful fucking. I want it all. My body yearns to be touched in that manner again. I crave physical touch-which is so much sweeter when emotional intimacy is involved (no random sex please). I miss riding the tides of passion-when two people literally cannot resist the temptation to intertwine themselves in all ways. I do not think it's a sign of weakness to admit I, too, want to be shamelessly loved again in every way. Rather, I think it takes true courage to allow one's self to be vulnerable...to say fuck it-I am all in.