(no subject)

Dec 11, 2009 23:35

A gasp and eyes close...
Breathing slows...
And then a moan...

My emotions and intention make themselves known in the friction of skin against skin. My hands cupped and softly kneading away while watching every movement, feeling the undulation of each pulse and breath, and listening to every murmur elicited.

It's familiar, and almost expected. I feel the tension shift or start to melt away. Sometimes there's a slight shift of the body too, and I gently push my subject for the moment back into place. In gliding motions I feel the tremble of muscle and sometimes hardened knots from the day or days before. I make sure my hands are as warm as they can be and continue along my way.

~

I haven't yet gotten any complaints after I've given a massage. My goal, however short the moment may be, is to make the time spent special. The reaction is worth it and enough to make me want to learn all that I can about this touch I'd call almost sacred. This laying on of hands is almost second nature to me and - in its own way - healing.
Previous post Next post
Up