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"Tell me what you ache for. I don't want to hear one more dysfunctional family history as an explanation for your current human frailties. Let me taste you stories in the salt of the tears I brush from your eyelashes. I long for a slow-motion meander in the getting-familiar places. I want to spiral close, almost touching, to the place where we can feel the heat in the air between us, an unhurried journey as we sift through new scents of each other, letting them linger in our nostrils, breathing them in deeply, allowing our bodies and hearts to taste the impulse to move towards each other before we move.
I want to be courted by the truth. Let the stories that are telling our lives spin out in long multicoloured threads. Don't tell me too much, too soon. Don't hide anything. Tell the tales of your heart, offer them like perfect pearls coming up from the depths of the sea to be strung together, each gently clicking against each other, luminous and iridescent as they roll out of the moistness. Ten years from now I want to hear a story of your childhood I have never heard before and know the delight and ongoing awe of seeing each other for the first time, again and again. Give me each picture slowly, so I can sit with it and find you, and glimpses of me, and the foreshadows of us there in the details. I want to talk in seamless conversation all night long and find ourselves able to hold the silence together for days, our intimacy sharpened by shared solitude.
And if we are to be lovers for the first time or again, after many times, let the lovemaking be filled with shyness and discovery the way it was, or could have been, when we were sixteen: a kiss that lingers, a touch on the back of my neck that i can feel for hours. I want to savor each discovery of touch as the infinite unfolding of the other. I want to slow it all down, aching for what is to come next, so I will know when I have been entered, whether by your body, your story, or simply a moment that passes between us."
-from The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer