You don’t have any sex scenes in any of your writing.
I suddenly realized I didn’t.
I can find words to open universes within hundred millions of things, but no words combined have ever stood up to adequately describe what the experience of sex is for me. It is a happening that has so much depth, words are faint echoes of it.
I talk about it so people don’t notice I don’t talk about it. It is bigger than me, the only secret I’ve ever been able to keep. It is beautiful and it will changes worlds. But I don’t talk about it. And neither do they. Maybe I tend to choose people who are secretive or have no one to tell. But they seem to allow me to be, out of respect for what was experienced.