Four Hand

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He’s a lovely man, with lovely hands because half of his are hers.

We lie, never quietly, touching, every minute unscripted, every encounter planned.

He is her lover. She is mine. Together we search and climb.

I am a giver. He is, too. She commands my jaw when he is ready.

I do not seek to destroy, to distract;  only to enhance and enjoy.

We set the scene but do not plan the encounter. We trust, we touch, we play.

He has a mind of his own, and hers is his-

And together we will travel.

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She was receptive to touch, to play, to feel. He did not have the control she desired but his woman did.

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#for Reticent Mental Property.  Image courtesy of the internet. 

Hear me

Latin american man and woman dancing

Music guides me this morning…

makes me feel like dancing hip to hip with someone across a highly polished floor under chandeliers, toward a very large bed with someone waiting on it, watching me, reaching out to us…

Hope your day is leading you in positive directions with the sunshine finding your shoulders and making you sway to the sounds of the world others fail to hear.

 

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There were times when she danced well with three. Such alive, alert, responsive movement. 

#for Reticent Mental Property with photo credit to the web and a subtle nod to M and R.

In the Moment

RMPspa4handmassageAhhh, M.

Flattery, flattery.

It will get you everywhere.

Sometimes.

Yes, I’m living for all there is. The dormancy you sense is likely just my complacent, predictable and very real life which constrains me with this chosen path, the one I signed up for, the proper, the necessary.

 

I sit with patience at neighborhood picnics, in meetings, even through beautiful milestones, experiencing what everyone is taken with  and yes, bubbling under my silence and calm, I am craving- dying a little bit inside without it-  keeping this hunger at bay, this need to let go and get lost in the minutes,  the hours of selfishness where I feed and nurture my curious mind and body.

I am grateful because until this point,  I have given away everything I should have saved for myself.  But no more. And no matter.  I blame no one.  I make my own choices.  I make the best out of the best and learn from the worst, am always learning.

Save your choices for after we meet.

Perhaps all is not what you desire. Perhaps what you imagine is just what you want to see in these words. You don’t really know. You will not know until the time arrives…and even then, let’s just make the most of being in the moment.

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That’s all I’m counting on right now, just the beautiful waiting to bloom, the skin waiting to be warmed,  the rhythm waiting to be danced. 

 

#for Reticent Mental Property. Image credit to the as-of-today-free-internet.