And when you faced reality, which reality did you choose to face?
Was it the reality which made you feel good and joyful?
or
Was it the dark dim and grim reality that humiliated you and diminished your life.
I stand whip in hand. Can you see love within the tension wrapped in pain. That bittersweet tongue that licks along your skin, electric desire snaking down to your nether regions, flamed with passion and an aching need. This followed by the soft caress of large strong hands being gentle. Raw strength pulsing inside you, exploring you slowly and patiently, yet with the quivering muscles of unbounded force barely hidden beneath the most faint of patinas, here we sit in tantra; forever still, forever expanding.