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M – Week 6 (Fed by Touch)

Nourished by movement, my body is fed by touch

a delectable treat that leaves my physique to salivate in the anticipation of it all.

I lay supine as you move each tensile limb of mine,

your passive flexion courts my figure to stay limp,

rolling and strumming the superficial fibers of me.

From bone

to muscle

to tendon

to tissue, I awaken.

A hum of light emanates from my solar plexus ,

a fingertip steadily coasting along the upturned underbelly of my forearm leads cells to dilate

(I imagine that your hands dream of this.)

A rapid pulsing trickles down my spine in wavering bliss,

coaxing skin to blush, now our largest supple organ.

The simple, gentle work of fingers awakens the possibility of an intertwining of bodies,

(A simultaneous feast).

Body echoes body,

body becomes body as the pounding of hearts dissolves into one.

This one body now hovers, it whisks and turns in a vortex of vibration,

A field

A shield

We have detached from ourselves in a single exhalation,

yet my inhalation serves as the water one needs to survive.

This is where the soul and body bask.

In tangible pleasure.

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