Hippie Love – Red Flag Up

Last night I went out with someone for the first time. He was gorgeous by the way. We went to a place I had never been before and the ambiance was lovely. There we had drinks, conversed, and exchanged our thoughts and experiences. Our conversations flowed and were smooth like cigar smoke, they made me think, made me use my mind to articulate, and were fun. As time went on I caught glimpses of his spirit; enticing. Each time his deep brown eyes met mine I could feel his caress; it was gentle with inhibition, he was capable of great passion.

Shortly after…

My body called. I know him now; not well but well enough. Like a cloak I opened up my body to him, exposing my sensual spirit freely as he matched my intensity. We exchanged sensations through our bodies, sharing with each other what each of us thought it should feel like to please and be pleased, enticing each other to take on another level of pleasure within that very moment. Music played and my body pulsated along with its vibrations. I got lost in the experience, in ecstasy, feeling only in the realm of pleasure. My moans were deep yet soft and sweet, they rose from within my chest and were my only reminder that there was a material world. It was explosive.

Then later…

Now I know him pretty well, or at least it seems. We hadn’t spoken since earlier in the day, but I had been so focused on my writing before. Now my intensity was free and I could understand more clearly the messages of his interpretations about the world, and the knowledge he was applying to arrive at those interpretations. I challenge him in thought and always will, because I like to. He challenges me back, always. It makes me think deeper, think differently about the world and about realms. He never misses a beat or gets tripped up; he is intelligent in many ways. Our conversation ignited my soul; we laughed, debated, had ice cream, agreed, and disagreed until sleep called and we could no more.

These three experiences were not with the same man, but with three different men. They occurred in the same day that turned into night, separately, but consecutively. The first was a man I was on a date with for the first time, the second a man I’ve known for a short while but intimately, and the third a man who is a dear friend I’ve known for years. The first had stimulated my mind, the second my body, and the third my soul.

I wanted to look deeper, to find out if there was a meaning to this observation. Was there a correlation between the amount of time I’d known each man and the sense that they stimulated? Then I thought to just enjoy the experience because sometimes things really can be that simple.

Each exchange was positive and enjoyable. We’re free to go, we’re free to come back, we’re free to choose and free to be ourselves, we’re free to experience. We are free. These interactions showed me the movement of the Universe; it had placed us together in perfect synchronicity to create what I saw as beautiful human interaction, on this day that turned into night.

I fell deeper in love with the Universe last night. Its gifts and exchanges are beyond comprehension, but can always be felt with an open heart. That’s my kind of love. Hippie Love.

*Music by: Alina Baraz & Galimatias – Make You Feel