“There’s something magical about physical touch. I love it. Not kissing or sex. Sitting across from each other with your legs draped on me while I rub your feet. Walking beside each other and our hands brushing against one another. Your arms wrapping around my waist while I cook dinner. I love it. I love our conversations without words.”
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Yes, I dream of many things, she said, and the thought of your hand between my legs is just one of them. Now shut up and kiss me.
In Shamanic understanding, all words are spells. Everything we think or say cascades into reality. When I repeat to myself the thought that I’m not that smart, or beautiful, or deserving, I’m literally cursing myself. Those thoughts go out into the world and bring me situations and outcomes that prove the thoughts. Let’s watch our words today and become aware of how words affect our bodies and our lives.
Dance with me. Let me lose myself in you. Take me out of this world and put me in a place where life is like I picture it in my mind. Dance with me to a song only we can hear. Dance with me.
Just wrap me in your arms, in your arms
I don’t wanna be nowhere else
Take me from the dark, from the dark
I ain’t gonna make it myself
Put your arms around me
Let your love surround me
I am lost
“I am getting so strong again that I hardly know myself. It is as if I had passed through some long nightmare, and had just awakened to see the beautiful sunshine and feel the fresh air of the morning around me.”
— Bram Stoker, from The Collected Prose Works; “Dracula,” wr. c. 1897
Lately I’ve been staring in the mirror
Very slowly picking me apart
Trying to tell myself I have no reason with
your heart
It was the verb,
the verb of desire,
want …
that finally did me in
no florid flattery
no poetic words
brim with archaic passion
a simple verb: want
and I lost myself to you
I love smelling of you.
Tasting myself in your lips.
Feeling your hands all over my body.
Makes me smile.
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