I have a body, yes.
It longs for all variety of sensations.
Leather draped along my skin resting momentarily over parched plumb skin raised from tenacious titillations. The feel of your hand as it glides across my neck and then the softness of your kiss where it has gently been replaced. The cream of pink lipstick glazed across my lips accentuating a smile that arches forth and into your eyes. Tempting to switch.
It craves the vibration of your laughter as it runs through me bubbling just under my skin. It craves the moistness steaming from my pours as I shudder once and then again by the palm of your hand so excellently executed. It craves the solitude of your silences as your hands get to know the messages emblazed on my skin that until now have been kept secret as I grant permission for you to continue your curious progression.
I have a body, yes.
It needs.
Yes it’s better to say my body needs.
Yet, I have a soul as well.
Its beauty and strength are not always easy to see behind this golden skin and deeply defined femme sophistication yet it needs to be seen outside of the body always.
It longs for eyes that penetrate one another’s passing through facades and to a place where wordlessness reins supreme. It longs for deviations of behavior where innocence screams forward and genuine laughter is induced as we fall curling into one another on the living room floor. It longs to see in your eyes that this femme is something special in your life.
It craves the intensity of each and every moment pulling from it all of its greatness, joy, and sorrow. It craves the exhilaration of seeing your smile and the nod to the effort you’ve made to show me you have had me on your mind. More than anything, it craves to know that it belongs.
My soul, needs to know it is not alone.
Who am I writing this for? I’m not sure although a few come to mind. I know that who ever she is she exists somewhere out there in the world and she hears my calls. She may even live just across the hall or she may be sitting right in front of me everyday. Yet, she will understand my wants. My needs. My desires. She will understand I need her to give back to my body, to my spirit, and to my mind as I have given unto hers in equal matter. She will understand this because through my words I will make sure that it is so.
There have been many suitors that have come playing a game that sent me in a spell of confusion not knowing what their true interest was with me. It’s common that many come to just use me. There have been others yet, that it seemed one party wanted more while the other wanted less. I have played both ends of this tortuous game. And then there are some I want to see me for more than just my body because there is a wonderful soul inside. I see their spirit so clearly and wish that they could see mine.
Yes, I have a body. It has wants and needs.
But I have a soul as well.
Let it know it’s not alone….
*Photo by Connalee
