Artfully Cultivated Intimacy

Our intimacy is like a fine wine,

Filled with depth, subtlety and richness of flavor.

It fills me much as that first glorious sip does – with a warmth that luxuriously spreads through my body, blanketing me in delicious comfort.

Slowly, gracefully, we opened ourselves to each other. With no end in mind, nothing but the present at hand, the give and take over time gentle.

Passion burned bright, but rather than diving into it, we dipped our toes in first. Unknowingly testing the water, unable to predict that we’d end up fostering a deep sense of trust and care. Unwittingly growing closer in ways beyond what the naked eye could see.

Our intimacy is ours and ours alone,

Created by the unique relationship we share.

Our singular energies, our divergent passions, combined and left to age, yielded a treasure.

Our paths have led us in opposite directions

But

What we shared will be a memory I continue to cherish.