Your skin is like leather.
Not because it’s rough because it’s smoother than the finest marble.
Not because it’s aged because it feels softer than the baby’s bottom.
Your skin is like leather because underneath your tough hide, the softest side of you is opened to a few and privileged.
You lips open the door. The tenderness of your strong heart. The wisdom of your noble mind. The freedom of your old soul. I fuse my body to yours, connecting the heart, mind and soul during the process. A special experience is locked in this window of time, revealing bright rainbows from past thunderstorms. Once fearful and destructive is now beautiful and nourishing. The shadows are soft and inviting as they are colored with children’s imaginations full of delight, marshmallows and cotton candy.