The Touch

This feeling of touch—startling, a new sensation. Something stirs within, daring to awaken. Fingers move along the body’s curves. At first, with gentleness. Suddenly, curious—longing to go further. A momentary pause, a hesitation—as if to ask, are you sure?

Yes, touched before—held in ways that felt close, comforting—this... this is different. Warmth travels slowly, awakening like sunlight that has endured a long, cold winter. Ready to give life to this new awareness. A feeling of beginning to open. A bud growing from within. A gasp—an exhale, the body’s natural recognition—a feeling long remembered. But from where?

Suddenly, feeling fragile. Is this ok? A flicker of doubt—the sense of losing something precious, like a lie from someone trusted. Beneath the surface, a new truth settles in. Tears almost come but are turned away, caught by excitement.

Fingertips, filled with newfound energy, begin again—in that tender moment, time softens. Pauses. Skin on skin—a desire to be touched. Muscles shiver in anticipation—don’t resist. As if listening—willingly submit.

Breathing quickens, heartbeats surge—the world begins to reorient itself. Suddenly, everything expands; the air comes alive, charged with energy from within. Urging not to stop, emotion releases—intense, the body pulses, moving with the dance. Contentment spills over. Breath finds its way again, and calm—such calm.

A first touch—never again the same.