My desires - subtle art of touch
The subtle art of touch goes a long way.
We are living in such a closed off, stiff and connection free society, and it's damaging us.
Touch and intimacy is poetry, and I try to convey that i gift. So please read this and get lost in the first part of the story of how we get to meet.. I only ever want this and it's what the feminine craves.
By slowly coming close, invoking the royalty inside, and outside of you. It's about appreciating the skin on your body, your hair, the rough, the smooth and the in between. The marks that I see from years of living, and growing. All of this is your beauty, though most of you would find it beastly. it's part of what I offer is to see the handsome/beautiful shell that you've been given on this earth.
I raise my hands above your head, over the top of a crown that I see illuminating over you. With a needle and a thread pulled with pure gold, I start to sew a ring around your body. You may feel it brush your clothes, or feel the hug of the air draw you in. You don't know what it is, but you can't help but get a rush or excitement and turn on, but mainly you finally are able to relax. You sink deeper into a state of meditation, til when I touch your feet, helping you develop the roots to the earth, time stops being an object. I start now to undress you, so slowly that you get to feel every part of the material brush your skin, which I'll drag a little more along your back so you feel the Devine sensuality of your nakedness. When I ask for you to open your eyes, you are now welcomed as your own royalty.
Taking off the next layer and I'll let you undress me too, sensually, slowly. I feel your hands taking my silky dress off one shoulder and I feel your palm down my skin as you drag the material off me. You move slowly to take parts of my clothes off, kissing me as sensually and as softly as you can, and running your hands around my natural curves. You're in awe of my body as I stand there, so you tell me one by one the parts you like about me, even some parts where I've felt insecure in the past, you want to praise them, so I stand there and I allow you to. Your eyes are on me and your hands are carrying on brushing my curves. My body starts to shake because I feel my praise. I feel your love and what I represent for you. It feels good, please, carry on
