One day it happened. I was dancing at the Gare (squat in Paris). A person (one of the musicians) approaches and says: "Dancing is like making love. "I smiled and left in my ecstasy. I never understood, and wanted to understand, why I liked dancing so much. Why the music and the rhythm send shivers down my spine. The desire to follow the flow, to tune my body to this intoxicating melody takes me by surprise. The joy spreads, spreads. On the frequency, people are no more. Flow. Who is what we don't know anymore.
Orgasm,
Uncommon.
The waves go through your body.
Crosses it,
Carried, animated, nourished
It's stronger than him.
AH!
It cannot resist.
He vibrates,
Guided.
Cellular ecstasy.
Your ears are wriggling,
Wired to the groove,
It gives its agreement,
To the whole body,
YES
Abandon yourself,
You are no more,
Carried, transcended.
It expresses itself through,
He shouts,
You shout,
You laugh,
There is no more I, You,
Only Is.
Enjoyment,
Free expression,
Transformed emotions,
His vehicle of love you are.
Can you feel it?
Look!
Joy smiles on you!
Love expresses itself!
Hear beloved!
So close to you,
Blessed, she sings !
I love you.
See you
- Marie Mazeau certified teacher. Guiding with gentleness, mindfulness and Joy in Paris and internationally online.