It doesn’t start loud
It never does
It starts with beckon…
a quiet invitation
barely spoken
Then draw
something shifts
attention narrows
breath changes
Next tempt…
choice enters
but it’s already
leaning one way
Tease
a brush
then a pause
tension stretched thin
on purpose
Beneath that stir
something wakes
slow
deliberate
It lingers long enough
to mesmerize
focus deepens
the outside world softens
And in that softening
enthrall
now it holds you
not forcefully
inevitably
It becomes consume
not destruction
but immersion
being taken
into the moment
fully
Starting out slow helps match frequencies within each others bodies. You’re a sexy writer, Curly. 😉
Thank you, Tim a slow beginning always finds its rhythm and I’m glad the writing landed for you. I’m slowing moving everything from the cafe over here. I’ll be reading some the next few days, so I’ll wander over to your page, as I always enjoy your work. Hope you had a lovely day.