Eroticism

I think I’m officially having a crush..
You’ve got a crush on your perception of who or what or how I am. Which may be more about what an and how and who you are. Still, you may have also tapped into something of me. That is why I think we are all connected. Eroticism is in the very interstices of our beings. At some level you and I and everyone else are one. Did you know that the calcium in our bones are found in the stars?
 
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When silence grips me, I pull away, away from speech, from expectation, from loyalties. But how do I tell the world that silence is for me a religion, a temple into which I retreat, like a hermit to his hilltop Croft?

The world, with its many-tongued clangour, cannot bear my silence. Let it bear that torment on its own, I will have my silence.

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When silence grips me, I pull away, away from speech, from expectation, from loyalties. But how do I tell the world that silence is for me a religion, a temple into which I retreat, like a hermit to his hilltop Croft?

The world, with its many-tongued clangour, cannot bear my silence. Let it bear that torment on its own, I will have my silence.

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Point taken
 
Then there are silences that burn like hearth fires. The ones that the ancients would keep burning all year, tending to the fires during the day, as if the fire itself was the point of living. Some fires burn, inextinguishable.

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The rivers run like silken song, the silken song sings like gentle rain, the gentle rain are kissed given in sacrament, and sacrament comes to the faithful.

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I love the images in this thread.

I find eroticism is when the image leads the mind to admire what they see, and mentally fills in the missing pieces. It causes you to want to see more , leading the viewer to wonder what they are missing.
 
And the napes work so well with the backs. Every good nape must surely be an ally of an equally beautiful back. It's like the rolling prairies, the majestic wondrousness of the natural world, the oceans, and the creatures within them. What do you feel in the midst of a landscapes that speaks of your own insignificance?

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