Yearning

Learning about pleasure through touch, emotion and sensation changed things for me. Learning to feel was beautiful and risky. Taking me down a whole new track of erotic embodiment. Emotions and longings I didn't have names for, clambered out of the exquisite little box I’d sat on for years. Hidden yearnings queued for my attention, demanding I finally took notice. Parts longing for expression safely came out under the covers of intimacy. Yearning moved around a spectrum of pleasure, a trail of clothes behind it, libido rising as pants dropped to the floor.