Over time we have realized that love is not made with the body, but with the soul, that true passion is one in which our being travels beyond the skin to immerse themselves in two spirits that open up, who strip naked in affections, certainties and feelings that dance in silence feeling one.
Experts say that skin is man’s most important sexual organ, people need to be touched to survive, and sometimes a caress is enough to activate thousands of sensory receptors capable of capturing an emotion, a feeling, yet in authentic love, the Symphony of sensations embedded in our skin is not always enough. We want more.
“Under your skin lives the moon. -Pablo Neruda-
The best love stories do not usually appear in the books, they are written on our own skin with invisible ink, imperceptible to the rest of the world, but revealing to ourselves, because it is tattooed with the tip of these wise fingers that have drawn the shape of our own body among the shadows, which have awakened our soul to shape theirs , and so, give a real meaning to life.
We invite you to think about it.
It is not easy to find someone who collapses like this: in emotions, in values, in feelings and complicity, they are like the intoxicating senses where everything suddenly fits, where everything harmonizes, they are not empty to be filled. The soul creates the illusion and the heart awakens from its winter lethargy, just when we think we will no longer be loved.
Because there always comes a time when we get tired of cowardly loves, of those who take risks, of those who end up like an end-of-summer storm. After the passion and promises woven in the caressed nights, comes the calm, the light. The morning arrives, where there is no place for lying and where there is only absence on the other side of the pillow, next to the ashes of all broken dreams mixed with tears.
In the end, we really learned. We pick up our broken pieces with great affection to reunite them with the best dignity. Repeating the mantra “will never hurt us again. “We have learned that the best lover is the one who dares to look for us far beyond the skin. , and undress emotionally in front of us.
The true chemistry of love exists and is at the center of our head, almost like a third eye, is the pituitary gland, which secretes a magical and extremely powerful hormone in humans: oxytocin.
We can all have a sexual encounter at any time, when the brain itself is a torrent of sensations and neurotransmitters that orchestrate our purest and docile instincts, but when sexuality is fully appreciated and truly is when oxytocin appears.
This hormone is the one that ignites the need to care for, help, protect, nourish us with love, affection and a wiser passion to create a permanent bond and where all fears, all uncertainties, are erased. In fact, there is a lot of research showing that orgasms are much more intense when this magic formula appears.
On the other hand, one thing we all know is that there are couples who, over time, cease to be partners to become mere lovers, their lives no longer find common spaces even if they live under the same roof, there is no hope, however, under the sheets and almost not knowing why, they still speak the same fantastic language, it is as if this magical component only works at certain times.
Love is what endures in the heart and soul of two people, which goes beyond the skin and speaks a language that only the wisest lovers understand.
These situations are nothing more than the anteroom of farewell, mainly because there is the rest of the attachment produced by oxytocin that will gradually fade like the ashes of a fire that previously offered a lot of heat to a house.
Sexuality certainly has its own unique language that must be understood, mainly because not everyone seeks the same thing, there are those who prefer this skin-to-skin encounter, where nothing transcends, where there are already signed pacts on the horizon. These are aspects that certainly have to be clear from the beginning so that there is no room for frustration.
Many experts point out that we are currently living a kind of capitalism of eroticism and romantic relationships where everything is sold and everything is fragile at the same time, sell toys and offer us new experiences, not to mention that there are more and more dating portals. where it seems it’s easier than ever to find a partner to spend the night.
None of this, however, seems to offer real happiness. Are they just small dopamine discharges, disposable pieces of happiness, where little by little the lonely heart drifts into the ocean of waiting?In an antechamber where we aim hands that are finally able to touch our skin and tickle our souls?