Monday, February 20, 2006
.:sensuality:. trace, with your finger, the vein that travels from the intersection of your bicep and forearm. follow it, slowly. closely. inhale consciously and exhale lightly. when you reach your wrist choose which path to chase. notice how foreign your own skin feels. how each touch is like the sensation of a thousand dull knives running across the skin. how with each trace your eyelids hover closed for a second longer. continue the movement so meticulously and slowly. trace until your skin can take no more and the hairs on your arm stand erect for want of climax. taunt your skin until your face can no longer bear the tease. .... there's something so irrestibly sexy about sensuality. perhaps it is to be attributed to the desire to be greater than the mediocrity of bodies, to achieve a different type of sense-satisfication. try the above exercise on someone else. but mean it. live it. breathe it. pretend, if for but a second that nothing exists outside of you two. become so lost in one another. let your fingers be your compass.on the ipod: hakim's album: talakik, followed by cat power's the greatestbest musuem: national gallery of art. why? this man knows why
