The Poetry of Sex: "First Time"

How fast and superficial this world has become! It took me 10 years to finally appreciate that moment, the beauty and the wonder of it - my first time. I have often thought about the day. I have even written about it but I never stopped for a moment to take it all in, to feel the intensity of it all. After all, it was my first time. My first time experiencing an act that I was biologically programmed for, an act that is as beautiful and enigmatic, irrespective of how you look at it.

Look at it from the eyes of a lover and its passion. Observe it as a scientist and you see evolution. But for a couple of 15-year-olds, it was sheer adventure, something new something they yearned for. When people talk about sex, they make the mistake of thinking about it just as a deed. The adjective describing this deed in their opinion is decided by various factors like their upbringing, their cultural ideas about sex.

But for a man and a woman wrapped in each other arms, sex is more than a deed, its a moment of their lives, a part of their being, a witness of their existence. That moment when you can feel her warmth over the length of your body, her heart beating, her pulse racing. Its the moment all those kisses led to, all those words of love, all those stolen glances. 

More than a decade has passed and I am betrothed to another. I stop and think about it. It all starts making sense now. It was an expression, vivid, enticing and self-sufficient. She experienced something. We experienced something. And I experienced something then and there. While I'll always hold what we experienced together dear, what I take away from that day is what it did to me as an individual.

Its quite like discovering a whole new side of your own personality. The possibilities are endless. And its liberating if you treat it right. At first, I was lost in the physicality of it all but soon the fog dissipated, leaving behind a phase of clarity. It bought with it several life-changing moments, some simple & others complicated.

When I look back at it, I can't help smiling....

Thats all I wrote. I lost the train of thought. Circumstances around me changed and I just couldn't finish the article.