Falling

I had forgotten. This absence as presence. The thought of you wrapped around me, played between fingers, slid between thighs. I had forgotten the breathing walls, the arching into darkness, the reaching for- You. I had forgotten. And now. Your name on my lips, heavy. Falling. Snakes under my skin and yours grasped tight. Clay and thumbs pressed hard.Continue reading “Falling”

Start with your hands

From December 2012: Start with your hands. I want you to place them here. And here. And here.  So much to discover if you take it slow, and I want you to take it slow. I want to feel the restraint (yours, not mine). I want to see the pulse in your tendon, the quick in your veins.Continue reading “Start with your hands”