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I Touch, You Touch, We Touch: A Moment with Bill Reflection
The Landscape of Your Body
The gentle curves and mounds of your body are a roadmap that my hands follow. So smooth they are. So textured they are. There is a richness there that can only be appreciated through touch. The swell of breasts, the roundness of hips, the strength of muscles, all provide stimulation and pleasure as I survey your contours.
I am the intrepid traveler in search of treasure, the lone horseman riding through the wilderness, unsure of the next path but breathless in anticipation. You leave me wanting more.
I can hear your breathing. I can feel your heartbeat. Your temperature rises, as does mine, as the eternal dance of flesh continues, two bodies becoming one, two hearts uniting, two souls merging. The moles, the scars, and the imperfections are perfect, exactly as they should be, smaller parts of a whole that is you.
We close our eyes and see for the first time. All sound ceases, all outside distractions disappear. It is only us, coupled in rapture, and for a time all is as it should be.
Another Place, Another Time
Words are said to strangers. Words are said to family and friends. Seemingly insignificant in nature, but all words touch. Words of anger, words expressing love, words of praise and words of derision, all touch and all impact.
Do we realize that when we speak? Do we consider the outcome before we utter communication? Do we see the power of those syllables? Do we comprehend, even for a moment, that we can uplift or crush depending on the combination of verbs and nouns, and the inflection that delivers them?
I touch you with my words. You touch me with your words. It is truth and yet it is oftentimes ignored.
“I love you” is a powerful statement that has no equal. “I hate you” carries nearly equal weight. And when no words are spoken, when we ignore and act as though someone does not exist, we manage to inflict harm that perhaps was not intended but still occurs.
A gesture of humanness. A nod of appreciation. Walking the talk, or talking the walk, it makes a difference, you know, for we are what we do and not what we say. Words are cheap, actions costly, and what are you, the miser or the rich man?
It takes so little effort. A held door, a random act of kindness, picking up litter, feeding the hungry, showing compassion and empathy, rising above our baseness and showing our angelic side….this is what we were meant to do in the grand plan, or this is what we should do where no plan exists…be human…be caring….be real.
I help you, you help me, we help each other and for one shining moment all is right in the world, in this place, in this time, breathe deeply and inhale the brotherhood that exists when we become one…when our actions touch another….when we rub shoulders with the gods and are not shackled by our darker nature.
A Touch Is a Touch Is a Touch
A hug among friends, two bodies embracing, the warmth of kinship spreads through two bodies…smiles exchanged, memories shared, ain’t it perfect? Reach out and touch someone, praise be, I say, reach out and touch. A handshake, a hand of support on a shoulder, some sign of mutual admiration for another, that’s what it’s all about, that’s what it should be about, that’s what I pray it becomes.
When was the last time you touched another human being? Think now….one hour…one day…one month…if you have to stop and think about it for more than ten seconds then we’ve got trouble in River City, because touching is what we humans do best, and if you can’t remember then you’re wasting your skills, Jill, and that’s just damned sad.
I Want You to Touch Me
Now…do you know how? Reach out and touch me, please, I’m begging you, do what you were born to do and touch me.
Let me feel your hands. Let me see it in your eyes. Let me experience it in your actions. Reach out and touch me, now…now….now.
The gentle curves and mounds of my body are a roadmap that your hands can follow.
The gentle curves and mounds of my mind are a roadmap for your mind to follow.
The gentle curves and mounds of my psyche are a roadmap for your psyche to follow.
And when you finally do touch me; when you finally cast off the pretenses and allow yourself to be vulnerable, then two shall be one. And we will go from there and touch others, and hundreds, and thousands, and millions will understand the orgasmic joy of touch, of unity, of….
2015 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)