A LOVE LETTER WRITTEN, READ AND SENT

A little champagne….a large, deep-soaking tub. There is something cathartic about a bath. The warm water engulfs as the steam rises, while the champagne chills and warms in the mouth at the same time. The champagne emboldens.

Here we are, away from everything and everyone. I crouch over you and take your face in my hands. The look that passes between us, absent of any words. There is no room for superfluous words, the carnal flow of energy simply overwhelms.

Your hands, my body. My hands, your body. Eyes locked in. Our movement together, perfect in time. Hungry limbs do not starve. A full heart doesn’t overflow. Bodies, minds and souls seek the contentment they have been craving, and like magnets, we cling.

A love letter written, read and sent.

And so it begins.