Sex is joy.
When we let ourselves be taken by another person, we open ourselves to the delights that are hidden within our body. The key to happiness lies in ourselves. We just need to discover it by allowing others to fall into us. Our enjoyment is based on how much we let our bodies fall into delirium. It is when we stop trying to control everything around us that we truly live, letting ourselves be purely physical. If we allow our conscience to rest. And there’s no way to satisfy ourselves more than through contact with others who, like us, are also made of flesh and bone.
Once we recognize the pleasure we can feel by interacting with another body, we slowly let the fuzz within ourselves become a source of electrical delight. When our tongues stop talking and fall into a kissing frenzy, it’s as if they have discovered their true purpose. Through rivers of saliva, we build a bridge between us and our lovers, connecting ourselves in a drippy web of sensations.
Kissing our partner’s sex is like unlocking the magic to realms of arousal they can’t discover on their own. With a subtle kiss, we take their mind to a glossy candy land where their body feels as puffy as cotton candy, limber, vulnerable, and overflowing in a rush of sugary love. When we take a bite of the forbidden fruit, we don’t get locked out of Eden. It takes us back to its gardens. We feel as if we were laying on its grass, letting all of our senses be overwhelmed by the sweet caress of nature.
Is there anything that could make us feel safer and happier than when our lovers seize us in a warm embrace? Over them, we feel like there’s nothing that can harm us in the world. We stop caring about who is who. We see our bodies and our lover’s as if they were one and the same. Between us and them, we let the loving force of nature connect us through our sex. Our bodies and minds merge into one. In those moments, we feel like we know everything a person can know.
Under the light of lust, the body of our lover looks as if it were made out of bubblegum. We want to chew it for hours until we forget what’s in our mouth. And afterwards, we just want to make them explode —together with us— in a sudden burst of sweet strawberry-flavored happiness.
There’s nothing better about sex than forgetting who we are. When we stop restricting ourselves to our thoughts, our body takes us to places of pure wonder. We just need to let us be.
Drowning ourselves in intimacy, we fall into a delirious experience, a glossy fantasy where the limits of pleasure dissipate amidst a pink storm of delights.
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Horno is an artist and designer based in Buenos Aires, Argentina. You can follow more of his work on his Tumblr blog.
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If you liked Horno’s work, you may be interested in checking the photographic journey that explores the limits of intimacy and the minimalistic and erotic illustrations that show how we unleash our guilty pleasures.
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