How do you prep to be a lover? Groom or shave? Fix your hair? Apply your makeup?
A lover feels. A lover lets go. A lover listens with every sense. Taste. Touch. Smell. Looking with a gaze so profound, that their experience can not be divided into boxes.
Today feel the folds of your softness. The wetness in your mouth. The weight of your bones.
Your body is telling you a story. About a being who was born, felt, and died. While you watch TV. And drive your car. It is singing to you.
If you can not hear it. If you do not think it’s important. The sound of another body in your bed will be a garbled murmur. You will touch them as if you are wearing gloves. You will put their parts on shelves with printed labels. And you will continue to feed the aspects of you starving, with sugary distractions.
Welcome your mess. Your desire. Your sensation. Whether is be the grit of walking on a dirty floor barefoot. Or the juices of your release. Invite the emotions that compel you open. Feed them with your breath.
Your hair will fall out over time. Your makeup will smudge. But what is imparted through your eyes? What moves through your fingertips?
That is the gift.