photo by me

“Between my chin and throat
his mouth slipped over and over.
Still between my arm and shoulder,
I feel the brush of his hair.”
Hilda Doolittle

There are those spots, those little places on your skin that can make you squirm or smile or want to be touched more.

While at the Dixie Chicks concert, my sister-in-law reached over to Willow to put her tag back in on the back of her shirt. Willow turned around and took her tag out again and asked her mom to do it again. She told her that she liked having her neck touched right there.

And I completely understood what she meant.

Neck, shoulders, small of my back, stomach, that curve at my waist – just above my hips – when I lay on my side, my lips, the slope of my jawline, my fingers and the palm of my hand…

All of these are intimate spots for me. They get touched and I’m immediately transported.

It makes me think of the way a cat moves when they are being petted in exactly the way they want. They purr and move against the touch.

That would be me. I purr and move. Move and purr. Okay, maybe not purr exactly but sighs are elicited.

The better I feel about myself, the more I take notice of those spots. I like those spots more because they say something about me: that I’m desirable or sexy or sensitive.

I like that.