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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The air pauses between your hands and my flesh, but my breath shallows. My body is ache, a wound , a gaping abyss, restored only by the touch.

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One of my favourite posts, I think (it’s hard to tell, there are so many gorgeous images!) It’s just… the moment of touch, and the magnetism… or gravitational pull… the sheer physics of it! To be in a state of being, within which not to reach out or to place one’s own skin against the other is no longer an option. Like being in a miniature, momentary crisis… and needing to follow the heart’s demand!

The gentle placing of a fingertip into the small of the back, says:

“I can’t stand here like this any longer without making contact with you.”
“I’m here, right behind you… you are strong… I love you.”
“If you were to turn now, I would hold you”
“I’m quietly yours, in this crowded room, here and now”

Such emotive images!
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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.
 
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