Loving my body, one part at a time.

Arms. Arms. Hmm... Arms.
A warm word containing possibilities,
Of holding, of reaching, of pulling...
Slender and not quite strong,
These arms.

Fingers. Fingers that bend.
Fingers that hold.
Fingers that cast shadows,
As they express the tension,
Grip, grasp, squeeze...
Let go!

Release with these hands.
These fingers.
These arms.

Surrender.

Lift a hand and,
Hold,
This hand,
Beautiful hand,
And arm, oh arm,
with curves that meet,
with curves that do not end,
Hand slide across arm,
To finger tips,
And release.
Relax.

Deep breath,
Refocus,
Return hand,
to hand.
Arm to arm,
A reaching embrace,
The Ultimate combination,
Is love.

Love this grace,
Love this delicate flow,
And breathe.