Story for the Morning
M/F, cons, rom, poem, spiritual

By Eris Vs. Eros
A Poor Porn Production
November 4, 2004
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved.

“He’s soft in the middle with a brittle shell” – Candy Shower, by Dave Nachmanoff

His personal power. His mind… somewhere in his mind. It has been twisted with the guilt of childhood. So strong, his desires, and so strong his fears. When he recognizes that she wants to be with him, that she wants to feel his body inside hers. He is only afraid and flaccid. Yet, when his mind wanders to control of the flesh, of no emotion, of no responsibility, no “no’s”, his manhood stands erect, and can cum again and again.

Funny how this is. Our internal battle. Devil and angel. When can the deepest part of his soul accept that he can be loved, that he is worth it, that it is not only disappointment that will face him. He wonders when he can retrain himself, does he have the will that he professes exists in each of us. Does he have the self power? Does he have the ability to channel?

“Open up your soul. Pull off your masks. Trust those who are your deep friends. Let your sex be the integrated part of you it is. You are not mind, body and sex. You simply are, and those are only Taoist labels.”

She opens her clothes. He pulls them down and off in that rough and gentle way that describes copulation. He shakes a little. Funny, he must look. But she accepts him, and accepts the compliment of her flesh and soul. And he accepts her flesh, the gift that they give to each other. “I love you my dearest” is all that flows through his mind, after he has flowed into her.

This moment lasts forever in the history of time, like all moments, but only in the memory till we forget again.