Discovering the Divine: Your Body is a Wonderland

I meet your body as a country I do not own, beautiful not because it is mine to know, but because you invite me closer.

Beneath your skin, a living music. With each welcomed touch, I listen.

Beloved, your body can feel like an altar, not to worship an image, but to practice attention: your breath, your yes, your pause, the changing language of your hands.

There is a world beneath my palms, not a mystery I am entitled to solve. I move with tenderness across the landscape you reveal, leaving no claim upon your skin.

When soft sounds rise, something ancient stirs in me. I call the moment sacred, not because desire makes us divine, but because trust has made room for two bodies to be honest.

Our breath finds a rhythm. Time loosens. No wound is healed by touch alone. No soul becomes complete by blending into another.

Still, in loving you with care, I meet a wider self, both lover and witness, held for a moment inside the wonder of what we freely share.