The room is filled with desire. I feel surrendered to the moment. I feel the people in the room, it flows, it creates, it allows a portal of access into the unknown.
Those unknown spaces. Those wide open prairie fields of lust. Those lawless, leaderless lands where we can see and we can feel and at first the sun is too bright, the wind too strong, the terrain too tough for our bare and exposed souls.
Here I am. Naked. Here I am.
May I lay my soul against yours? May I remove your sword? Your shield? May I render you still and vulnerable and tender? May I disarm you?
Make you want to stay?
Not because I bind you, but because you are free and with your freedom you lay with me and we breathe.
Breathe to touch eachother’s souls.