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He saw every place I’d been left wanting, every place I had silenced desire out of fear of being too much, or not enough. When he moved, oh gods, when he moved, his body was shadow and fire made flesh.
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He sits quietly, bare chest still kissed with sleep and sweat, reading the newspaper; the same hands that undid me now turning pages, like I’m just another headline he’s already memorized.
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I’ll ride him until the sky forgets his name and the only thing he knows is mine.
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I’m not afraid of your hands on my body; I’m afraid of how easily I’d give you my soul, if you asked for it the right way.
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Manifest your creativity and power through ritual, and channeling energy to awaken desires, while freeing yourself from shame and fear.
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The intention of this ritual is to transmute emotional tension into release and renewal through sacred self-touch.
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I’m drawn to the kinds of people who undress me with metaphors. Who say things like, “What if time is just the way our souls breathe?”
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Sometimes, it’s not the sound, but the silence after that makes my chest tighten. Like the hush between two people who haven’t touched yet, but want to.
The Osmosis of Flesh 