Eventually you realize that nothing specific is missing from your sexual life. The truth is, every sexual moment is empty. Every moment is empty, insubstantial, unreal. And every moment is full, tangible, explosively alive. Like a vivid dream, each moment is intensely impactful, spontaneously dynamic, and instantly gone, as if it never occurred.
Sex can be tender, a miracle of love, yet vaporously inconsequential, a wistful deja vu.
Naive youth gets lost in the brief rush of pleasure. The truth is that every moment is tangibly insubstantial. The true lover surrenders beyond all hold, as naked life is. Early in your sexual life, enjoy the thrill of romance and fascination for as long as it lasts. Then, frolic in the middle days of unsatisfying but decent sexual routine.