Reaching towards...

Most things start with a reach.


A glance
A thought
A breath that lingers just a heartbeat longer.

We reach with our fingertips,
with our eyes,
with quiet smiles that invite
rather than ask.

We reach through perfume
drifting across warm skin,
through the slow tilt of a neck
toward an erotic gravity.

We reach with curiosity,
with longing,
with the courage to be vulnerable.

Long before skin ever meets,
the body has already crossed the distance..
Drawn by an ancient language
where instinct and energy speaks.

Perhaps desire itself
is merely the soul extending outward
A spark searching for flame.

We were made
to find our way to connection
through touch,
through tenderness,
through love.