We should all make love more. My wife and I had a spirited bout of it last night and damn…everything falls away. Addictive obsessions, work related silliness, how I so suck in my city tennis league when I actually want to be crushing my opposition with overpowering slams and dizzying slices….you know, that stuff.
What happens in a marriage that you hold back from doing the very thing that gives you the cement of smiles and solidarity. Okay that sounded like Freud meets Zig Ziglar with a light dusting of Lenin….Still, it’s early morning and the sun is coming up over my particular slice of the fruited plain and I’m grateful. I so overthink this little span of existence we’re given.
I’ve just been linked by the exquisitely wicked Angela St. Lawrence at Zen Fetish. It’s a lady I’ve verbally played with and bonded with over a number of years. To have her like my little bit of blog enough to do that means a lot. At some point you’ll see a link back to her. However as a figurehead sales and management guy, I don’t know how. I’d be reluctant to ask one of my people to walk me through this on my site and then have them realize what a twisted little fuck they work for. Tee hee…..
Anyway, not much wit and sparkle today but there is an overall grin of the body and the spirit. My old hippie ethos was on target after all…just make love brothers and sisters, just make love.
