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 vunerable 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 ♥️