Have you ever thought about what kettlebell work and prolonged sexual pleasure have in common? I invite you to read, watch, and fantasize.
I reach down with intention.
Shoulders set, spine long.
Fingers wrap and palms grip.
My hips are ready to load.
Muscle memory and a desire to explode.
But I wait.
I feel their weight before I make them move.
Their heaviness? An invitation.
I load each orb and fire my hips.
A movement so smooth.
In one with the iron.
I guide them close as they arc upward.
Pure intuition and a smooth catch.
Bells rest against my flesh.
My core holds.
My breath holds.
And then I reset.
I repeat. But it’s not a release.
(Not yet.)
A controlled descent before tension anew.
Each rep is a rhythm.
A sensual discipline.
A ceremony of tension and breath.
In, and out.
In, and out.
Until it’s time to let go.
