escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: My Morning Starts in Silence and Sensation
I wake before the world does.
Not to be productive…
but to be with myself.
The sheets are still warm.
My body curls around itself, lazy and curious.
A hand traces the softest path across my belly.
A sigh escapes without effort.
It’s not about arousal. Not yet.
It’s about belonging… to me.
I make tea, sometimes cacao, sometimes nothing at all.
I dance while the kettle hums.
Naked or draped in silk.
Breasts swaying, hips remembering.
Each sway an offering.
Each movement a prayer.
I light a candle.
Journal in whispers.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh into the quiet.
Sometimes I let a moan rise, just because I can.
By the time my lover arrives,
I’ve already made love to the morning.
To myself.
To the mystery.
That’s the thing most won’t see…
what’s felt before they even walk through the door.
This work isn’t an act.
It’s an extension of who I am.
Of what I live.
Every day.
If you long for something real,
something that meets you beyond the surface,
I’ll be in Shelley this week.
With tea, and touch, and time.
Love,
Kali
