“Intimacy is about connection, not skin.” ~ Unknown
Tonight baby, I want to get high—soul high.
I want to delve to the bottom of a reservoir of ideas so deep its limits seem unfathomable.
I want to turn on your mind—and pressing it between my moist lips, I want to take a long, slow drag until I’m high off your consciousness.
I want to continue to take hits off your independent idealism and the way your soul calls to me from across any distance, because there’s magic there.
There a charisma in the way that two souls can connect and make love without touching—a euphoria from expanding our minds and letting ourselves wander along our subconscious together.
There is a special kind of high from letting our honest unconscious play with another’s.
While I do long to feel your skin along mine—not necessarily because of the sexual pleasure it would bring, but because of the feeling of connection that would spark and ensue—I love to just let my thoughts caress your mind, tantalizing it and letting it be drawn out from its hiding place.
I want to surrender to the high that only you provide.
Perhaps there is something special about two people who can touch without actually touching—something surprisingly arousing and interesting in the way we can let ourselves go mentally and find fulfillment through the exploration of our intelligence.
There was a time when lust was only skin deep, but that only comes from seeing the shell of a person instead of their soul. And while, there is true soul fucking, I’m not even after that, because while I never anticipated this, it seems that all along, it wasn’t your wicked mouth I was attracted to, but the pure deliciousness of your soul.
At times I wonder if I would have known that this high existed had I still been able to get my fix from your body—yet, it’s much more beneficial to ride the highs and lows of life, rather than actually trying to find out the reasons why.
So I don’t so much care—I don’t need to explore every nuance because the one thing that leaves me feeling as if it’s the only answer I need is the way our souls dance together when no one is watching.
You make my soul high.
Somehow you have accomplished the impossible—and not only have you dragged who I really am out from my hiding place, you’ve also met me there and showed me the true colors of your soul. It’s bittersweet perhaps, that we are as colorful as we are, yet we only show that side to one another—but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
So take a dip tonight into my soul, and feel the dewy ripeness of turning on the most luscious part of me—my mind. Fondle my intricacies, and lick my ponderings about life and what the true meaning of all of this is.
Rest with ease, knowing that you are the only one who has ever been this deep inside of me.
There’s a deliciousness to this high that leaves me inspired and feeling that, perhaps, understanding me isn’t such an impossible task.
That’s the funny thing about our souls, they don’t really care about any laws of the physical world that we are told we should abide by, because their only job is to be pulled to the place where they belong.
And whether or not our physical bodies ever follow suit, there is no doubt that my soul is meant for you.
So whether it’s for this evening or eternity, I just want to take the time to let our souls get high.
There’s no coincidence in this beautiful life, and while I suppose I didn’t know the wonder that yours was capable of, I don’t think that anything about us is an accident. Quite the opposite actually, I think there are too many synchronicities to have us be anything but a divine plan.
It doesn’t matter what tomorrow holds, it doesn’t matter if at some point we’ll part ways in the future, or if we’ll somehow find a way to spend the best of our days together—all that matters is that you were never planned for, yet somehow seem fated to be.
So thank you for allowing your soul to stop by, even if you can’t stay.
Thank you for being you and for being the only person who has ever truly seen me.
Thank you for being brave enough to dive with me into the unseen and into the vastness of a life whose possibilities are endless.
Because in those moments, you have given me more than I ever expected to receive in my entire life—more fire, and more understanding than I ever anticipated finding within the soul of another. I don’t know what God has planned for me, or for us, but I have to believe anything that seems this divinely orchestrated isn’t nearly over.
Maybe, we haven’t even yet begun.
“A woman’s highest calling is to lead a man to his soul, so as to unite him with the source. A man’s highest calling is to protect woman, so she is free to walk the earth unharmed.” ~ Cherokee Proverb
Author: Kate Rose
Image: Instagram @twinflames_lovers
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina