My lust ebbs and flows. Sometimes, especially if I'm teased, it reaches crescendo, and becomes borderline unbearable as if I'm about to loose control. For the past 13 days, I've been brought to that point many times, and have even had to put my phone away because it felt too intense. But in general, my lust is like a background hum. Harmoniously it guides my every action. In many ways, lust is a deravative, it's the lowest possible denominator. What I feel is more akin to a spark, playful, flirtatious, passionate, raw, temperamental, energetic presence. Sometimes it's not so much about raw sexual expression, as it is about eroticism being an artful display of life. It's a dance where something deep inside you takes the lead, my masculine energy guides the feminine in melody. It feels like barely escaping the attack of a roaring lion, the exhilerating power of an unstoppable force. As a species we have two main drives, one is to survive, and the other is to reproduce. Sexual energy, therefore, is almost existential in its expression. It is fundamental to lived experience, yet like death, we consider it taboo and hide it away within the crevices of life.