Sharing my body with someone, versus sharing my heart are two completely different experiences. I’ve never had a lover who could understand that. Or feel secure enough with it. Our bodies are not who we are, it is our outer shell- our vehicle we travel and experience the world through, it’s so superficial. My heart is guarded; I have shared it with only a few in my life. It’s deeper then the illusion of the physical world, more powerful then sex, virginal, almost unattainable. Celestial. No earthly sensation even compares.