Geisha Affair

Let me paint a picture…

I’m a petite, athletic sensualist… an artist in skin… and poet in caresses… I aim to find the millionth part difference in the timbre of your sighs…

“Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.”

Probe my mind…

Every word from your mouth strokes and fans the fire of my thoughts—we speak about everything from the validity (and lack thereof) in Hobbesian theory to the subtleties in The Birth of Venus; the best wine to drink with the perfect meal to what you would like me to whisper in your ear when your bare skin is pressed closely to mine… the sophisticate in any social setting as well as the muse of your lustiest dreams—weaving a series of moments you will never forget…

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do..Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

Kiss me…

Without passion, life is meaningless.  Every sound is sacred, every instant is precious.  The time you and I will spend together—embraced and entranced body-heart-soul-and-mind—will be as no other.  For a spec in time in the vastness of the universe, electric pulses to molecular splits… you and I will converge, starting as your lips meet mine… your trembles, your hows—again and again and again…

“‘Twas not my lips you kissed. But my soul.”

Sweetly,
Sophie