I have learned to feel the wind again, and the way its presence wraps itself around me like something protective, almost sheltering.
Sitting on a hillside with my bare chest exposed, I first feel it only in scattered places, then slowly across my entire body, as my skin begins to surrender to the cool breath of air. The fine hairs along my body rise gently while the wind circles around me, brushes against my skin, and finally reaches my chest. My nipples harden beneath its cool touch. For a brief moment, I close my eyes and lose myself in this gentle refreshment amidst the warmth of the afternoon hours.
At the same time, I feel the intense heat of the sun resting upon my skin, almost as if it were slowly burning itself into my body. Between warmth and coolness, between sun and wind, I let myself drift. Melodic sounds fill my ears while my thoughts wander further and further, flowing effortlessly into memory.
Memories awaken… memories of the way you touched my skin.
While the wind continues to glide across my body, I find myself thinking back to certain hours. To an encounter not too long ago. We shared only a few hours together, yet they felt both like an eternity and at the same time light and intense. Hours in which we met, discovered one another, and slowly moved closer together. Not only through words, but also through glances, touches, and that quiet attentiveness we carried for one another.
Encounters like this do not happen often. That feeling of harmony, of mutual understanding, like a silent symbiosis between two people. Everything during those hours seemed to fall into place in a strange and beautiful way, as though atmosphere, space, closeness, and our awareness of one another had all been meant to meet in that very moment.
You standing before me. Your pleasantly calm yet curious way of getting to know me and my body. The way you looked at me. Never demanding, never rushed, but attentive, open, and deeply awake. We were filled with an honest sense of presence.
Slowly, the tension between us began to build. Very gently. Our surroundings, the warm daylight, the bed, your voice growing warmer, mine following yours growing warmer too.
The few words we exchanged slowly turned into sounds. Our eyes kept meeting, lingering on one another a little longer each time. And finally your touch. Hesitant at first, then more natural, more familiar, until your hands and arms wrapped around me with intensity.
The contact between our bodies became closer. Warmer. More intense. Our bodies moved against one another with heat and longing. I could feel your desire, the tensionbetween us, that slowly growing passion, and the way I was able to surrender myself to you completely.
In those moments, I realized that you truly perceived me. I felt seen by you. I was able to relax, let myself fall, and to exist entirely within that moment while taking the closeness between us deeper and deeper into myself. Later, only soft breaths remained, and the occasional restrained sounds that could barely be held back anymore.