Who taught that good lovemaking had to be fast and wild, quick breaths, tangled sheets, urgency? I also, once believed that to be true. But the most intimate moment of my life was slow. Almost still. My lover placed his hand over my heart and whispered, “Let’s not rush what is already sacred.” We breathed together, unhurried. Every touch became a meditation. Every glance, a vow. In that silence, I felt more naked, more seen, more loved than ever before.
With Abundant Love~
Kebrä Negesti
That is the sacredness of slowness. Of presence. Of true intimacy.