A Tension Getter

Maybe you were thinking I had died. Maybe you were thinking I had given up on my Zen, found some little commune to live out my life as a celibate hippy (quite the oximoron i might add). Maybe you thought I'd joined the priesthood and renounced my evil ways. Maybe you just didn't care and gave up even checking to see if i'd written. Maybe you thought I was gone.

So enough of the fucking foreplay, let's get to the Zen.

Tonight finally felt like summer. Tonight was alive with electricity and on the verge of exploding. The tension walked that thin thin line between complete immersion and total loss of control. We danced and sang and drank and paid homage to Dionysus in some modern day Carmina Burana prelude.

Nothing was safe. No neck, no nibble, no description of the view from between a beautiful woman's legs escaped our conversation. I was on fire and, at first, I thought I was alone. I thought that the simple presence of her, those goddamn eyes and that little body, just begging me to worship it and simultaneously ravage it unrelentingly was the reason for my tension, for the zen calm. Instead I could see that those i was with, those in my orbit tonight, were just as bothered by their libidos and just as ready to be switched on like some massive spotlight screaming FUCK ME into the night sky.

So we danced and sang and drank and flirted with disaster. I fucked people with my eyes and they felt it and fucked back harder. I let words roll off my tongue, wishing my tongue was occupied differently. We resisted urges and then we didn't. We gave in to the flow of the tension that was running laps through the bar.

After tonight, thanks to a zen bar and the brothers of Zen themselves, I believe we have returned to that place, so dangerous and appealing and beautiful. I believe it is time to listen to that voice, crying for some nourishment. Crying to kiss and suck and touch and lick and bite and fuck and collapse in a heap of blissful, sweaty, tangled body. So tangled that they gave up trying to be two bodies at all and existed only as one.

Maybe you thought the zen was gone...that I was gone...

...Maybe you were wrong.