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The endearing French term for orgasm is La Petit Mort or Little Death.
But really there are lots of little deaths everyday. The death of hope. The death of illusion. Dying to the little self everyday in meditation.
If only real love could be this feather light. If only lovers moved together in such synchronistical choreography, each movement anticipated by and responded to by the other in seamless harmony. No confinement in the togetherness. No longing in the separation. I love this.
L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux
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