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