Love.
Let's breathe into the silence.
Let's breathe out to the purity of our touch.
Baby I want you to talk to me with your body.
And allow us to unleash our intimacy through our connective tissue.
Through our ceremony of touch.
Where you can feel into me,
See into me,
Taste into me.
And explore the language of our love with our bodies.
Explore intimacy with your tender side.
Take refuge in my playground.
Make me fluent in your silent touch.
Engaged from the prisons of word.
Maybe I want to experience your glance that sears through me.
A wink that makes me flutter.
A smile that melts me to the core.
A caress that opens me up and makes me yours.
Your touch is my mother tongue.
So express yourself in the way that you want.
I am ready to receive.
Ready to be the partner in this emotional weaving.
Tintered through touch.
Baby I'm ready to feel into you.
To be attuned to your inner world.
To go ahead,
Leave me speechless.
Consume my soul.
Show me.
Communicate me with your body,
Your actions.
The space in between.
I feel the friction.
Electricity between us.
I like the uncertainty.
The mystery of where we're going,
Where you will lead me.
How my body will respond.
And baby invite me to feel into you as well.
Knowing all without sharing a word.
Peaking my curiosity through your silent mystery.
A space in between that is anything but a void.
Filled with so much electricity.
I can sense you before I even touch you.
Drawing me in.
Magnetize me to you.
Through the energy of your desire.
The purity of your love.
The sincerity of your eyes.
The raggedness of your breath.
Disclosing all.
Through your being.
Maybe so,
Let me offer myself up to you.
As your instrument.
Your instrument is my body.
Let our melody flow through your hand.
Creating a symphony of our soul.
A sensual encore enraptured in the rhythm of our pulse.
Yeah baby.
Reach out and touch me.
In the sounds of silence.
