Sit here awhile.
Crossed legged.
Face me.
Close your eyes.
Let your forehead rest gently against mine, the way it does when there is nowhere else to be.
Your hands settle on my thighs.
Mine find yours. Strong. Warm.
Come to rest. Be still a while.
And breathe. Just breathe.
No place to rush to for this moment.
For this moment, we can simply be.
We’ll sway. Softly. Almost imperceptibly.
And stay another while.
My hands move slowly up your sides…towards your chest…along your arms.
Learning what it’s like to know the shape of you.
Mmm.
Cheeks meet. Meld together. Lips lightly graze past.
Passion rises. It’s 100 degrees.
Breathe. Breathe.
Pause.
Rest.
Be here still.
Hold the love.
Feel yourself whole.
I am in love.
With something? Someone? An idea?
I can’t quite put a finger on it.
All I know is that somewhere out there there is something that I deeply yearn for.
And don’t go telling me the “love yourself,” blah, blah, blah, story. I’ve loved myself for an eternity and have come to realize that my love is even greater when I share it.
Where are you? What are you? What is it?
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