Temporary. what is more temporary than the fleeting pleasure of a caress, the flying burst of an orgasm? We can try and express it, try and re-experience it for ourselves. But it is something so so passing that it is difficult to grasp. What does it feel like? What does it taste like, experience itself as?
A writer may struggle indefinitely with these concepts, for sexual pleasure is an extremely difficult thing to describe well. I think it is so difficult partly because erotic pleasure is one of the most sensual and beautiful things a human can experience in their lifetime. This sets the bar pretty high on what the author has to recreate. But it is the temporary aspect of it that makes it difficult to grasp. Even for ourselves, if we choose to do some ‘research’ (heheh), we are caught up in the moment. All that we are left with is memories of a fleeting sweetness, the ghost of a caress.
If one chooses to describe wine, for example, it is an easier thing to do. A taste lingers in the mouth and notes can be taken. It may taste like raspberries, it may be pungent. But of the erotic? It is passionate, sweet, wild, – yet it passes so quickly over us that it may feel like the blink of an eye. And so, its special quality often slips beyond the expanse of words and floats in a nebulous prism. We want it- yet we cannot describe it.