Running fingertips through strawberry blondes, a light shimmer radiates upon the place where subtle curls meet scattered rays. Tracing the bends to that most sincere smile, my eyes follow the length of her grin, equally I learn to enjoy the depth and felicity to which she glows. Akin to the shine coating shoulders and subtle dimples, a certain refulgence comes forth demanding an attention to detail. Attention to the way light remains wrapped up in the hairsbreadth length between auburn twirls, the way those deep blues shift ever so slightly when her laughter grows, the way that even when she remains speechless she speaks to me in ways no other can.
Tumblrs, I’ve got a proposal for a two step process that involves me and you.
1st - I’ll message you two pieces of writing, you choose one.
2nd - You write or print it and post it on local coffeehouse wall (you know, the place where they post local ads).
I’d imagine this would be an interesting grassroots kind of publicity. I think it would be cool to see how far it would go or if it would find its way back onto tumblr after being out-there in the world. In an ideal world everyone would take part and there would be a piece on every coffeehouse wall in the world! If a curious onlooker wants to know what you’re doing give them the link to this tumblr and hopefully they will take part too.
Drop a line in my “Questions or Comments” if you want to take part in this writing campaign.
Stretched across these sun coated greens, we lie wholesomely captivated by the simple pleasure of lush grounds and a soft breeze coasting just above widened smiles. Tracing the outlines of cloudscapes, we follow the path of a slow drift eastward leading towards a coast we have yet to explore. With intentions just as wondrous, we explore the length to which her grin can grow as I guide pointer and middle fingertips down across shoulder blades and forearms. Quaint and charming, she glows in a manner most mesmerizing, shining in kind with that shimmer floating atop the pond just beyond these lawns.
Well thank you good sir. More is on the way!
Guided by the nibble of her lips and the way she holds in that smile only to have it stretch bashfully just below soft teal eyes, my fingertips comb through and past her strawberry blonde curls. Working with the way she arches her neck towards my hand, revealing a desire for a closer touch, I proceed to lean in for the slightest kiss aside her now exposed neck. Letting the moment dictate our actions we find direction in the way candlelight flickers across maroon walls and small flames gently wave atop wick.
Catching the twirls to strawberry blondes, these sun coated moments shine along with the glow radiating across her smile. Outstretched and wrapped up in the nights warmth still held in wrinkled linens, she evades the cool breeze wafting round these airy mornings. Ear to ear she wakes, delighted and fully present, while that grin finds comfort in its linger. Picking up precisely where I left off the night before, I whisper those three simple words that she desires most and that I long to speak to her and her alone.
Careful with placement, fingertips follow the natural bends to her lower back now leading up to uncovered shoulders. Guided by the desire to comprehend all that she is, my touch and her skin converge into a moment full of possibilities. Watching her smiles grow and retreat my cue to proceed and delay remains something of a mystery. Unsure of where this may take us, we pay no mind to the uncertainty that is directing our inter-action. Aware now we understand that what we lose in direction we recover in experience.
Atop furrowed pillows and wrinkled linens, we lie awake but still dreaming of that not so distant future. That nearly present opportunity to again lie side by side only to wake once more next to that Other who brings with their Otherness, a recognition that these waking moments are complete with an endless array of pleasantries. Wholly captivated by arousal, what lies before and what lies beyond these hours of rest remain footnotes to this simple serenity that takes hold while being-with and lying near that Other.
Outlining the contours of hips and wrists I mindfully etch her posture as she lies, undisturbed and unaware of my growing admiration. Remaining present in this moment I trace into memory the way her fingertips gently rest atop wrinkled sheets, the way her subtle smile stays fixed in the same manner as it was at dusk, the way that even in this state of rest a flurry of sentiments directs my attentions. Fully captivated by the way she brings pleasure to these ordinary moments, I listen intently to this orchestra of quiet entertainment.