Sitting in silence on a very quiet weekday afternoon, not even one sound from a neighbor. There’s a distance hum of a washing machine, the smell of outside air still lingering from her purse and hair, hands still cold, she reflects on warm moist memories of a time long gone.
Quietude in this sense can be so surreal at times. The ambient lighting in the room can at times evoke a trance like effect on the mind where the body is seemingly paralyzed from the brain down. You move a finger to make sure there’s still some sensation.
I love a woman who can appreciate times like these. Not busy bodies that have no concept of time and space. Just chaos and disorder seem to be there only connection with the world. They seem to squander away every single opportunity for romance to the point where sex is merely a process rather than a natural phenomenon where two human beings can bring each other to glorious bliss.
Two human beings can bring another life in to this world – this is the power of God if you ask me. For two minds and two bodies working together in unison, and towards one single all defining purpose they can achieve anything! This is my ideal of what connubial bliss is about, and what I wish to achieve.
I love moving my nose and lips down the musculature of a Japanese woman’s smooth supple thighs. And then stopping every now and then just to look. No sudden movements. Appreciation for the most simplistic of all things is what modern day humanity has forgotten. I love the leg.
Japan can be saved by its own women.
