Another might have scoffed, but sitting naked and cross-legged opposite, I know his mind is wide open to all possibilities.

Our knees are close with wrists over them, one face-up, one face-down. Eyes closed, breathing together, bodies swaying in time. The tingle starts in my hand as I feel the heat from his hovering over it.

Expanding through my body, refocusing on my centre, heating my core. A tear slips down my cheek like the energy falling from my hand, but with a smile, returning to my lover more than he gave; and at the same time receiving once more.