Dripping With Dreams

He stopped his perusal of the room and turned his gaze on me, slowly taking me in from head to toe. I swallowed, blinking fast.

I went to him to take the object from his hands. “That’s not yours.” I took the object and set it down.

He smiled, moving a little to the side, blocking me between him and the desk. He stood too close, his body too big. He used up too much of the oxygen, so all I could do was suck in gulps of air.

“But you are.”

His gaze searched my face, settled on my mouth.

“Mine, I mean,”

My skin prickled, every nerve ending alive. His eyes held so much that I wanted to know, in spite of the warning going off in my brain.

He stood too close and remained so still, it was as though he were carved from stone. I searched his eyes, finding deep and stormy seas. Tumultuous waters that could pound me against jagged cliffs and decimate me. He only watched me, and I could see the battle behind his eyes. A battle of good and evil.

She felt her mind reaching out - creating a psychic bridge that lead directly to his his soul.

He grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, lips grazing over sensitive flesh.

“You are mine.”

Our body is the purest, most primal tool we have for communicating.

Create an Environment Where You’re Free to Express

In the first phase of the creative process, we are exploring curiously our bodies, searching for potential starting points that, with love and care, grow into something beautiful. We’re playing with shape, form, and feel.

We become a character out of our deepest fantasies, widening the world we live in. Everything is cloaked in mystery. We are alchemists searching for immortality and everything in our sensual world is a giant question mark of unknown and never explored sensual pleasures.

To be evaluated, ideas have to be seen, heard, tasted, or touched.

The energy of the experience is not meant to be pushed toward a specific goal or preconceived idea.

You could say it’s a feeling. An energy that enters the room and possess the body. A visceral, body centered reaction, not a cerebral one. It doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to feel good. We are seeking not to define ourselves, but to expand ourselves, to tune in to our limitlessness nature and connection all that is. The body and your feelings become transcendent. There’s an abandonment of ego. A letting go.

“I kissed his right ribs, running my tongue along the muscles there. Lifting up to place a soft wet kiss between his pecs. My tongue teased over his left ribs, trailing downwards as my fingers traced lines alongs his chest, his stomach. I kissed his belly button as my head hovered mere inches from the edge of his boxer briefs. My finger curled on the waistband and lifted it up to snap it down against his skin. Whimpering I looked up at him and whispered, “please”…”

Look for different polarities and see how they affect the piece. Purposely experiment past the boundaries of your taste. What can we learn from the extremes? Push upon the outer limits of your mind.

The goal is to turn off the conscious mind and follow our base impulses. There are sides of ourselves that aren’t welcome in polite society, thoughts and feelings too dark to share. When we recognize them expressed in art, we feel less alone. Close your eyes and let yourself feel, darling.

Voice the unspeakable and bare your soul.

She knows so little of life and love, and now, with her eyes blindfolded and with all the time in the world, she is discovering the origin of everything.

Touch.

She would like him to discover her skin, the boundary between her and the world. She asks him to touch her, to feel with his hands, because bodies always understand each other, even when souls do not.