The cross of your leg.  The squeeze of your thumb around mine.  A long stretch of your body.  We revere the science and mechanics of our bodies and its natural operating wonder.  Then, there is a moment where we suddenly see our limbs as art rather than as utility.

Words become superfluous as our bodies move in fluid motion without any rehearsal.  The intimacy created is a chaotic composition yet every part- eyes, mouth, legs, arms, even the fingers and toes play their part with meticulously frenzied emotion.  A symphony of expression without a sound.

The crescendo, passionate and evocative of the sensual synergy begging for an encore.

Neurally yours,

the first chair xo