Sankofa

He looked at her hands

as if to memorize every line

wanted to etch this moment

into every cell of his body.

Commanding his brain a new groove, a mantra – must remember, must remember

Her hands that had brought him so much pleasure, yet she wondered

Is pain the other side of pleasure not tending to it’s own needs?

Lightly, barely touching her skin – he hovered like a tai chi master grabbing for that honey spot, that sweet chi, yeah, right there, now here, moving, magnetizing

closed eyes, breathe slow, drink it in

breath + vibration = frequency

The body talks, tells the truth…even when we can’t

Hands

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