Our breathing is still rapid, labored, but starting to calm. Your hands are entwined with mine above my head. Your lips look bruised from our passionate kisses when you lean in to kiss my lips again, then my forehead before you carefully untangle yourself from me.
I don’t know what comes next. This is the first time that we have made love and everything is new, unfamiliar. Our bodies are relaxed but the emotional intimacy between us is still fragile, as delicate as a globe of hand-blown glass.
You lay yourself next to me on your side, facing me. I rotate my body toward you, now on my side as well. We are inches from each other. I am aware that this almost feels more naked than when our bodies were joined. I can feel the warmth coming off your body, the dampness of your skin. Our scents mingle together in the air. You must notice my goosebumps, my skin chilled without your enveloping warmth. You pull the covers up to our shoulders and under the sheets you drape your leg over mine, offering me your body heat.
Your head is cradled on your bent arm. I have never had this opportunity before to look so directly into your eyes. They are a startling blue, even in this low light, your lashes almost colorless. Your reach out and touch my cheek, caressing it with your palm and then with the back of your hand. Your hand then moves slowly down my shoulder, brushing my arm, searching for my hand under the covers, which you clasp.
You bring my hand to your mouth and kiss my knuckles one by one. You have not broken eye contact with me and I wonder idly what you are thinking right now but decide not to ask. I will settle for the mystery and warmth in your eyes. Your hand again starts to travel up my arm slowly, resting on my shoulder.
I reach out and touch your face. Your beard is surprisingly soft. I trace your cheekbone, finally feeling at liberty to really look at you, to explore you. There is a new knowing between us but so much we still haven’t learned yet, despite our coupling only moments ago. I want to memorize you with my eyes, smell your skin and breath, paint you using all my senses, create muscle memory in my palms, in my lips so I will be able to recall the feel of you, the taste of you, the way you look right now in this moment. In this after, when the rest of the world has fallen away and there is only you and I.
Beautiful! Full of passion. Loved it!
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Thank you Cherylene!
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Beautiful! It was different from what you usually write. I liked it.
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I do play with other forms of writing from time to time. I am fascinated by both emotional and physical intimacy and where they come together
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That’s great to know. You write both form well!
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Thank you.
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That is – in two words: simply beautiful.
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thank you so much– trying to capture a very specific type of intimacy
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Brought back moments within myself, as all great art should hope to accomplish. X
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It is always an honor to discover that my writing resonated for someone else.
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It’s a big part of why we feel compelled to do what we do 😉
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I think I am a selfish poetry writer but less selfish when I write fiction and essays. The poetry is my own therapy while the other writing is more about connecting with others.
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Selfish is good. I like selfish. I love the synergy we produce when we share even our darkest most selfish thoughts. The meer act of sharing, I feel, creates a bond between writers. Even if we compel or repel others with our words – it’s all good as far as I’m concerned. My own imagination veers toward the dark, sexual and violent. Always has. I’m expressing something deep within myself with my fiction. Maybe one day I’ll actually figure out what it is – lol.
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Part of why I love reading S.K. Nicholas so much is that S.K. has an uncanny way of giving voice to my shadow self. I feel like I have spent decades pretending to be someone else, someone more socially appropriate. It is such a relief to start letting the other parts of me have voice.
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The darkest places in me have seen light through my blog page…
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and the world didn’t end! For me that is the most revelatory part. No screaming mobs, no pitchforks
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Agreed. The act of giving voice to the abyssal capacity for violence I have within was euphorically freeing.
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For me at least, writing is a place where all my parts get to speak and breathe even if I haven’t quite figured out yet how to achieve unification of all the women that I am.
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Reblogged this on Satin Diaries.
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It’s deep and intimate 🙂
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Thank you– I was trying to capture the emotional intimacy of two people just become lovers
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Just beautiful, you painted a beautiful word picture
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It is very kind of you to say so.
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This is amazing :”)
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Thank you so much!
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Of course this puts my heart in a puddle on the floor. Amazing! ❤
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Just channeling the longing for that kind of emotional and physical intimacy. When things are new and anything is possible.
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I remember it well. And you’ve described it perfectly.
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At least it lingers in memory and imagination
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WOWWW…
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Thank you.
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pleasure. 🙂
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