To caress the delicacy of your skin, invokes “something” in me that I have, as of yet to find the words. 
A language that can convey to you all that I am in this simple gift.
Words seem so incomparable to the galaxies upon galaxies of starlight I feel when holding you in my touch.
For in touch, I give you my heart and it’s song.
I know myself in my most vulnerable form of love and I “see” you in yours.
Intimate with touch, I pour into you. Our hearts free from boundaries and closed doors. Dissolving into your depths, I am the sun … the softest kiss of my caress warm upon your delicious skin.
My fingertips are the graceful soles of a dancer. Your body their stage, as they intuitively move, alert to your needs, your rhythm, your hunger. Inviting your sensuality to awaken and come play.
A sacred chalice from the palms of my hands hold your wounds, A silent witness to your pain.
They uncurl your wings, ground you into the strength of your core, Birth your naked bones upon the rich soils.
A journey that can only be known by taking a taste … seen and felt in the purest gift of touch.
Without you. Your heart, your breath, your skin.
I cannot touch.
Without you. Your heart, your breath, your skin.
I cannot dance ♥️
