Caring touch becoming sensual.

Emotional connecting, becoming romantic.

Putting my hands to work with the intent to heal

turned into them working with dual intent

to create peace and pleasure.

They work independently of my conscious thought

I close my eyes, listening to the rest of my senses

isolating knots, listening to and feeling responses to my touch

tuning into the language of body.

Sighs of relief become groans of pleasure

Sounds that dance across my skin like electricity

Then your touch on my skin,

pressure in all of the right places

feather light brushing of all the unexpectedly sensitive places.

My sighs and moans happening with ease from trust and safety.

Pieces of my mind and heart

released from a prison of my own making

walls designed to protect, had transformed into a fortress of restraint.

And now they crumble.

Upon their ruins, on the still solid foundation of protection,

I am building again,

but not to separate.

instead to house love,

in a palace of trust and vulnerability.

I am the flipside of the coin,

the far side of the moon.

Birthed from binary,

but son to no one.

I exist in the spaces unexplored

with truths not yet manifesting.

Protector of sanity,

and decoder of the riddles of reality.

He who harnesses the rage,

molding it into something constructive.

They who guard the will to live

and the strength to go on.

Enforcer of boundaries,

challenger of comfort zones.

~ Nathan