I am on the edge – the brink – the cusp… of something enormous. It’s big – and it’s going to change my life. I feel it.
I am titillated. I’m turned on and tuned in. I feel the precursory sensuous waves of pleasure rolling through my body, and everything is full and ripe and ready to receive.
Each passing day feels like slow, beautiful foreplay, and I feel breathless and exhilarated – like Life is touching me for the very first time.
Music stirs me more deeply. My hips have a mind of their own, and they want to dance – constantly.
The feeling is a composition of favorite moments from my past, mixed with the mystery of the unknown – even though, at some primitive level, I do know. After all, it’s my dream – my own creation, my orchestrated life scenes, conjured up from my deepest longings and needs.
It’s like having sex before you even get undressed. The anticipation… the fantasy is as much a part of the experience as the orgasm. The preparation… a unification of body, mind, and spirit, all connected in the same dream, all anticipating the same euphorea.
I am… expectant… and surrendering…
I remember this feeling… Yes… It’s going to be something beyond my wildest dreams; yet, I sense that it’s already here.