Slow Love ~ the Polyneaian way involves the heart, first of all, and also much generalized, whole-body touching, rather than an exclusive focus on the genitals, as the following case history, somewhat poetically rendered, describes:
Although her lover passed hours pressing into her soft petals with his tongue. . .
nothing.
Such loving left her more frustrated than having nothing at all. . .
Her lover determined that the lack in their love life was her lack.
He bought her a touch toy.
Tensing, she listened to its soft, insistent song.
Yet, still, after all . . .
the same results:
The more it sang and vibrated,
the more frustrated she became.
She longed to be loved fully, as the ocean forms fully around each longing shore.
And not only for the pleasure of her body.
She wanted to be accepted,
to rest firmly within the luminous heart of shared love.
She pressed the button again.
It stimulated and built up tension in her lower body.
Yet, those large, cresting waves never formed on the shore of her longing.
She felt sexually and humanly inadequate, as if her womanhood had been rejected.
She felt everything was her fault and that there was no hope for her to live a normal life.
This only led her boyfriend to demand more eros.
She yearned for a light and a flame to rise within her waking heart and into his waking heart, and engulf them.
He yearned only for more stimulation.
Thus, she learned stimulation's deep . . . .
silent melodies
its rhythms of insistence . . .
She yearned for their bodies to sing in the night,
to extinguish the stars with their song.
She dreamed in a blue reverie.
She traced with her fingers . . . the reflection of her own heart, in the mirror of he who ignored it. . .
Nourishing this longing . . . . . . she sustained herself . . .
Her body turned towards her own body . . . in the solitude of night . . .
Her body began singing . . .
Her body began singing her name, with love, from atop a high mountain . . .
She listened to the voice of her body, season after season . . . . . . hearing it in the music of the leaves and stars as she paced the cougar paths on the slopes of mountains . . .
She dreamed . . . her flesh is sand . . .luminous by night . . . cooled by mist . . .
She dreamed herself . . . a dark flower, folding into the petals of her own, soft heart . . .
With eyes still closed, she waited. . .
A mysterious voice whispered in her dreams . . .
whispering like an ocean forming around . . . filling. . . a shore . . .
Her lips . . .
her skin . . .
her dark river of hair. . .
transformed into a love letter of light and shadow . . . .
She began to sense something in the silence of her own longing . . .
In her dream she moved towards what she desired . . .like the moon.
The moon. . .
Who knows her own gaze . . .
Shines back from each pool in the river
Each pool falling
All the way to the sea.
Her moon hair. . .
became a net . . .
fishing for silences. . .
finning deeply in the current . . .
Silence . . .
She sailed soft moments into silkier silences . . .
The voice of her body sang:
I want to hold the whole weight of your heart all of your body and all the stars within you. . .
It sang listen, my lovely one . . .
between us a rhythm . . .
our hearts surging seaward . . .
The wings of small birds, carried her into her own heart . . .
A sigh slipped into her next breath . . .
Her lips sipped the sun and moon of her loneliness. . .
Whispered odes into the spirals of her hungry flesh
What she began to feel at that momemt . . . is older than everything. . . she floated toward the
seas of the waiting moon . . .
What she had learned in her dream, she now asked of her lover.
She wanted him to forget about sex and genitals for a while.
Simply massage my entire body, she whispered.
On alternate evenings, she would massage his entire body, without stimulating him.
Then they would embrace, silently.
They began to feel deep peace welling up within the countours of their flesh.
They began to feel currents of energy coursing between their hearts.
They felt streams of energy rushing luminous between every cell in their bodies.
After some months of such touching. . .
He entered her . . .
Their two boides joined like two dark waves in the night
And the fullness of love was their ocean . . .