Okay, you might have thought this was going to be about some kind of Erotic Yoga Class! Well, it’s not exactly that kind of party. Kind of, but not really.

So what am I talking about? In a way, I’m exploring how being sexually deprived affects your day-to-day life. Today, I’m sharing how a lack of intimacy can turn what should be a simple yoga class into an experience filled with unexpected attraction and desire.

I don’t usually take Yoga classes, but I’ve been trying to change that. My body has been tight for a long time, and I’m working on fixing that. Besides stretching on my own, I started taking Yoga classes.

There I was, in pain, sweating, and bending into poses I’m not very good at. Then I made the mistake of opening my eyes and looking around. That’s when I noticed an incredible woman. To me, her body was flawless, her flexibility and control impressive. I was completely captivated by her grace.

Let’s be clear: I’m not someone who goes to the gym just to stare at women. I’m there to train hard, and that’s what I focus on. But I also appreciate the female form. Sometimes you see someone so remarkable that you can’t help but be struck by it. And this woman was as impressive as could be.

I didn’t say a word to her. I’m respectful, and yes, I’m married. I’m honest when I say I notice women; I always have and I always will. But I do it discreetly and respectfully, never in a way that makes anyone uncomfortable. I admire from afar.

I was simply taken by her elegance and beauty.

Later, when we started doing a circular movement with our upper body, I glanced over again. My mind wandered as I watched her graceful movements. I thought, “Wow, she’s amazing!” I looked away and tried to focus.

I closed my eyes, hoping to push these thoughts aside. But it didn’t work that day. My awareness stirred again, and this time I could hear her soft breaths, which only added to the moment. When it hits, it hits. I felt completely tuned in to her energy.

During all this, I wanted to write, to capture this rush of emotion in poetry. But I couldn’t then. By the time I could, the feelings had faded. Poets know creativity isn’t always something you can switch on at will. It comes when it does.

It’s interesting and a little humbling that a Yoga class can bring out such an internal experience simply because basic needs aren’t being met. I can’t imagine what would happen if I took one of those naked Yoga classes I’ve heard about. Honestly, that’s not really my thing, but in a scenario like that? It would be a serious challenge!

A friend teases me sometimes, telling me that some things I say might come across as overly forward on social media. She’s not wrong. I do write some unusual stuff, and I know how people might react. But I don’t care, or rather, I do care, but not enough to stop being myself. I prize my freedom of expression. Whatever consequences come, let them come. Friends have even distanced themselves because of things I’ve said. That stings, but I’d rather avoid long drawn out losses. The less time invested, the better. That’s what I mean when I say “I don’t care.” I do, but you get it.

Posts like this might raise a few eyebrows, but I’m a descriptive, passionate, emotional person, and sharing what I feel is my outlet. If people can’t handle that, they step away, and that’s fine. I’m who I am, and I do what I do.

I’m sure I’m not the first or last person with these kinds of thoughts during a Yoga class. In fact, many people attend with the hope of meeting someone. I’ve overheard locker room talk, and sometimes I’ve had to speak up when friends said things that crossed lines about people I know.

The thing is, some of these folks try to pretend they’re different, but it’s clear they’re not. So please don’t approach this with a superior attitude just because of what I’ve shared. And to those trying to act like they’re above it all, I’m just not buying it!