published in Volume 4, Issue 1 on September 4th, 1997
My hands travel your body for the first time, and at each curve I gasp. My fingers caress each new path alive in the soft heat of your skin. And you are abundant in treasures: your neck, your breasts, your hips. And you are charged with energy, diffused quivering as my fingers brush the untouched insides of your thighs. How they talk, my hands and your face, my hands and your back, like the cracked earth and falling rain, together, at last, consumed with each other. Tonight, my hands travel a thousand miles.