Standing above me, there you are. My patent leather stiletto resting on your chest. Im just staring at you in anticipation. You are staring back with a thickness in your eyes. There we are in what feels like a time and thought bubble – anticipating the next move. The focus only on each other. Intimacy in Inches. There are only so many “moves” or “actions.” The body in all of its kinetic glory recognizes it doesn’t have limitless potential. However, in between the inches of these movements are where the surprises await us. The expression of intimacy and imagination in its pure form. We are moving slower, taking our time…