In my writing ‘play’ shop (Writing as Your Sexual self – you can access it here) I shared a prompt: “write a love-lust letter, either to yourself, or someone else.” Here’s what I wrote in response to that prompt.
You can watch and listen to me read it, or read the full letter underneath the video.
I want to feel you stroke my face. I want the pads of your fingers to disturb the fine hairs on my cheeks and jaw. I want you to trace the outline of my bones beneath my flesh. I want you to pause at my lips: a silent question asking if you can touch me there.
I’ll give the slightest of nods, turning my head just a little to place my lips underneath your touch. Yes, I want you.
I want slow, gentle, reverential. I want the absolute intimacy of sensitive fingertips caressing equally sensitive lips.
I’ll close my eyes and there will be nothing more to this world than you and me. Us. This. Now.
I want your palm to cup my jaw, my head to rest upon your hand. Just hold me like this. And let me know I am safe.
Then, when the moment is right, bring your lips to mine and let me explore you with my tongue. Tasting you. Drinking in the essence of you. Swallowing your saliva and inhaling your breath.
Slowly, slowly, my love. We have all the time in the world: we are the world.
After the kiss, our bodies will be singing harmonies to each other. Each resonating the notes of our unique, vibrating, needs. I’ll sing yours back to you: I hear you; I hear your hungers.
My touch on your skin – starting with your hands – will be almost too much. Just that – just my hand on yours, my thumb rubbing over and around your knuckles. Now I feel for the hard outline of your bones, and the soft spaces in between.
You’ll offer your body to me. Naked. And I will touch you with all of my senses. My nostrils filling with the scent of you. My eyes wide, in awe of your beauty. Hesitant only because I have to choose where to explore first – and I want to know the whole of you.
The shapes and textures that form the body of you. The sounds you share when my touch surprises you, or answers an unspoken plea. The way your body moves into my touch as though drawn by magnets or, at least, the magnetism of corresponding desire.
There will come a moment when my fingers are called to go deeper. When I will have explored all of your outside and now I want to go in.
I’ll be gentle; you’ll be ready. Eager.
How will we manage the urgency? Which of us will show restraint and slow the other down? Slowly, slowly, my love, I don’t want to miss a moment.
I’m going to be here when you come. When you let go. When everything is released and you tremble and twitch in slow motion – because we have slowed down time.
We will have all the time in the world.
We can go back to the start and begin over and over again.
Eternally.
Making love last a lifetime.