Painful Pleasure

A minute of Pleasure, a lifetime of Pain.

It’s a Sunday, one in the morning. And he is in long pain… after a short and very brief pleasure. What is it that he sees in the naked and the nude, what is it that he hears in the murmurs of making love, what is it that he tastes in the sweat of the seduction, what is it that he feels in the excitation of the genitals; what is it in the pleasure of the flesh that he can’t escape, that he can’t see, hear, taste, and feel the pain in the pleasure?

What does he sees in the curves of the body? Is there anything he sees that you don’t see? What does he hear in the sounds of making love? Is there anything he hears that you don’t hear? Is he insane? helpless?

What does he feel in the peek of the act? Is it joy? satisfaction? Or maybe wholeness? Power perhaps? Maybe pride, maybe fulfilment… They call it pleasure. But is that all?

No, there is more, with the pleasure, there are guilt, shame, and pain; shear pain.

Making love is pleasurable, it’s incomparable. But does the body’s response to it, end with the orgasm? No. With the release, comes pain, shear pain. The passion of the body stops, but the heart starts to ache. Emotions that were heightened subside and the world seems clearer. A drunken man certainly knows how to distinguish being drunk and sober, but he who had just indulged in the lusts of the flesh knows better. There is more to sex than plain pleasure, there is more, there is more.

He wants to free himself from the pleasure, for more than the heavenly peak; there is the long deep fall, hell wise. After the body’s response with pleasure, it is seconded by the temple, there is guilt. Then the soul follows, there is shame. Lastly, the heart… there is pain. Lust can last as short as three minutes, in that time pleasure lingers. But after that, comes the parade of the many more… and it lasts more than the lust. Pleasure lingers short, pain lingers longer. It’s the sad story of sex.

It fulfils the genitals, it hurts the heart. It identifies and affirms gender, it destroys dignity. It promotes fun in risk, it neglects risk in fun. It makes man, man, a lady, lady; and it makes animals out of them. Sex it like this. It gives away pleasure, but it asks for pain in return.

Are you single? Taken by many? Or a tripper? maybe Gay?

Unless you are genuinely, truthfully honest to God, in-love…

There is more to life than the pleasure of the flesh; there is, there is…

Trust me, I know.