Go slow with me
Inch by inch
Treat me like the life you want to live over again
And over and over
Relishing each moment and each stroke
But go slow
For I have many valleys
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On my part,
There is a decision to be conscious
To be awake
It is a big decision
To not check out
To not just “let it happen”
To choose
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Go slow
I want to stay awake
I DESIRE the freedom to be vast
Will you show me
How vast I really am?
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Memories are stored in our flesh
Sensation evokes emotion
I could pretend
It isn’t happening
But wouldn’t you rather know the truth
Even if it means that I say stop
hang on, i need a minute
Even if it means I sob, curled away from you
After deep, intense, amazing sex
I would understand your cognitive dissonance
with my state of affairs
But there is something to be said for stamina,
and patience
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I have no clue
How long this will take
Or when and how my libido will change
As you navigate the entire terrain
That is my body
My history
My vessel for this life
I make no guarantees
I am a grown woman, but there are places you will touch that will make me feel 12 or 7 or 80 years old
Please let me be that conscious
Please let me tell you the secrets I have kept
And watch the light of awareness brighten between us
Can you feel this now?
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My ecstatic nature is in your hands
And only I know when I feel safe enough
To give it to you
Only I know how to trust my own knowing
But you
You speak to me in ways
That remind me
And encourage me
And bring me
Into the light of my being
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So darling, where would you like to begin?
My folds and curves are many.
Where will you embark upon the journey tonight?
Oh, here?
Yes….good….I like that.
Go slow with me, baby.
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So evocative and deeply personal. The body harbors memories of its own ~ ghost ships sunken deep within our most intimate ports.
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Yes….
It’s like breaking up adhesions in the body by using myofascial release. One must go so, so slowly. Slower than you think. Let the body awaken to itself and know itself. Stay with it. For every body, every soul, knows how to heal when given safety and support. Each of us can accesss the ecstatic nature of our being – it is our birthright! 💖
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Erotic!
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Yes, it is! 💋
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I’m trying 🙂 ❤ Is that a picture of you?
He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew
robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his
frame was Dust.
~Emily Dickinson
…a letter is a joy of earth. It is denied the Gods.
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Ahh Billy, you are a dear! Sorry to disappoint – the photo isn’t of me. I have black hair 😜🤓💋
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Wonderful words. Poetic and picturesque as well. It felt like a river flowing through me, as I was reading it.
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Hey, thank you so much. That’s a good sounding feeling.
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