Take off your shirt. Undress completely if you like.
Breathe deeply. Our space smells of sandalwood smoke and desire.
Ready yourself. I am lighting the candles and warming my hands.
You’ll feel my hands on your shoulders first, heavy and needing.
My touch takes as much as it gives.
With my hands, I will work your body. I will translate skin, bone, muscle into feeling.
Slowly, I will move my hands up your neck, higher, onto your head. Where I touch you, I will infuse you with energy.
Lower, down over your back. Your tension evaporates, opening you.
Feel me. Feel the pure pleasure in the places I touch you. Feel the language of my touch as I translate you.
Hours pass like this. Me touching, you feeling.
I will know every inch of your body.