Like fitting a puzzle piece perfectly into its companions, there is something incredibly poignant and just plain right about getting just that angle when you're cuddling where bum and crotch nestle together in a perfect groove. It's a place that hovers in-between sex and comfort: another form of pure physical Love.
Lately it's the other side of the spoon that's been drawing me in: holding one I love close to my breast, tight in my love. It's impossible to stop the flow of energy in that position, as the giver. Impossible to block yourself off. Impossible to pretend you don't feel the love when yours isn't a disconnected arm, hanging limply over their chest, but an arm tucking their breast to yours, warm, firm.
Love and Harmony.
