Your kisses drip with worship.
I am a temple you linger on the perimeters of... awaiting the courage to come into. You know...
the very act would vanquish you.
Sometimes what we want is different than what we long for. Our bodies have a different agenda, and are far more true than the mind's sure grip on its polished desires. The wounding is found beneath the skin. Dig a little deeper and you will see it. We must become more familiar with our pain, become intimate with it. Only then can any healing have a chance to take its place.