THE LONG TORSO HOME

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 to soak it all in, this time.

Now, you are there or should I say here. Your skin is so warm, like a blanket covering my naked body. I can just make out your slight smile, as I close my eyes and am there with you, nowhere else. Your body molds into mine. My fingers trace your torso, like a map that leads to that much anticipated destination.

The Feeling of Getting Lost but Knowing Exactly Where You Are.

In sync. We are both mesmerized by these moments in a story we are creating. A chapter. A long exhale. The long torso home.