Finally, you train your homework for the night and come to my door. The silence emanates from the inside, so it opens the door quietly and starts. I’m sitting in a full lot in the middle of my room wearing pants and sash. Incense burns in small supports on three sides of me, and you can see the thin needles that stick in my points of acupuncture, each needle with a small dam burning incense paste on its end. It seems to be a rock, no movement, even breathing apparent. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I strive in every direction at the same time, but my position seems to be relaxed. As you begin to go back into the hallway and run the closed door behind you, hear my voice inviting you in and join me. From a while, since you were sure you were quiet and didn’t bother me, however you slipped into my room and faced me, sitting in Indian style, not yet completely comfortable in a full lotus.

Slowly relax your body and begin the basic breathing exercises I taught you, slowly slipping beyond consciousness. You’re not sure about yourself, you keep masturbating to reality, just to start over. Finally, we reach a sustainable state of mushing, and begin to meditate.

There is no conception of time, but it seems much later that you feel my hand held in front of you, palm watching you. You know your eyes are closed, but you can sense my presence and my intention. Experience my movement and lift the palm to press against mine. In contact, there is a slight spark, and you feel my presence even more tangibly. You reach instinctively for my other hand as it reaches for you, and you see how you recognize that you are practicing one of my most venerable martial disciplines. Palm palm, we prepare against each other, my room, the apartment, St. Petersburg, Florida, the United States, the earth, and finally the cosmos transcended while floating together. We communicate, even if with emotions, not words. Feel that my love swells within me and surprises you, and sparks as you get and touch my passion.

In a distant world, you feel your clothes floating from you, and your body lifted and set against mine, but here in nothing, you feel nothing but my mind slipping against yours and mixing with it as blue smoke. Sensitivity comes from a great distance, but does not lose power, becoming only less intense. Your lotus blossoms to accept my sex, and your body wraps around mine, keeping me deep within you, as we continue our meditation.

Instinctly, stay still against my body, instead using the internal muscles of your sex to grab me and drag me over into you, as I clean quietly inside you. Detached as we are both from our physical bodies, every new pressure is like a long, empty beat on a giant drum, reverberating and echoing slowly through our bodies. Never before you have reached this level, explore your surroundings, careful not to cling to any concrete thought that would drag you back from meditation, and your mind tremble as our passion is reflected back and forth between us, in time to our hands, which slowly oppose each other, slightly moving our bodies apart, and then relaxing, letting us slip together. Sensitivity builds within us, even if in a different way than what you have ever experienced before. Not the family exponential curve of stimulation, bringing quickly to the point that the release is required, instead these feelings seem to slowly fill your body, as a cup that is filled with water. All your body is consumed by fires, but there is no urgency, there is no need to bring the act to any climax. Instead, continue your movements, feel full of feeling, your body feels heavy to the point of bursting. Like the cup, however, when you can no longer contain the sensations, they spit gently, it does not crash through your body as an orgasm, but rather washing your mind and the whole being with pleasure. Recognize the familiar tinglings of your orgasm, but do not abandon. Rather, you float on the waves of passion, feeling me hold and perceive my fulfillment by mixing with yours.

Slowly, transcend these feelings. The sensations are still with you, but not part of your consciences. As your mind slips free and floats higher, so the sensations in your body become increasingly intense, as your tolerance for intensity increases with your perceptions. Feel together our bodies, locked up in a passionate embrace while we turn together, our shared love consciously through our minds as well as our bodies.

When you finally open your eyes, it’s dark out. The different minutes you felt were gone had gone several hours. Slowly, your conscious mind awakens, and it flashes as reality returns to you. At the same time, you notice that you are completely dressed, and you see me sitting in front of you, just like I was hours ago, and opening my eyes to smile at you.