After the crazy/busy/activity filled days of last week I have been spending as much time as I can simply doing this. Experiencing pleasure.
It is funny how narrow our minds can get around what pleasure actually is, so much so that we have to wait to deserve it or use it as a reward or somehow tell ourselves we aren’t worthy of it.
Pleasure is usually there at all times, the hard part is simply waking up to its presence. Noticing what the senses are picking up on that are pleasing in the moment.
The smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the pure purpose and immense love I feel when she grabs my face and “says I love you so much mama, I just want to cuddle forever and ever.”