Tantric

My insides are burning, it is a familiar sensation but hard to classify. The hunger pangs feel as though I have starved for centuries but can't seem to be bothered with the primal urge of giving myself nourishment. My heart quickens with every breath and I feel as thought I am drowning...the torture is overwhelming and just as I wish it away I beg for it to stay. It feels masochistic as I reach the crescendo, holding it for as long as I can, the pain and the pleasure meld into one. I know it will end, but just like good sex I don't want it to stop. It is a vicious cycle of control and surrender... it is falling in love and the awareness of knowing there is nothing you can do to stop yourself.

Kazuo

We've had good times and we've had bad times. We've cried together in sorrow over significant loss and we've laughed together in joy. We've waged war on each other and we've surrendered. We sit together on the sofa in quiet comfort...a marriage beautiful in its simplicity. I couldn't have asked for a more loving man for me or a better father for Reitoku.