Good morning fabulous ones :)
I’m naked in a sun puddle. Music is alive in me again. Community is blossoming with spring. Freedom!
I’m so in my body & it doesn’t hurt at all, just soft gooey tingling vibrations from my forehead down to my orgasming toes. Shall I put on some clothes, drive across town to my studio & pick up my piano? It’s a heavy beast. Will I? Shall I? So much easier to stay here in Cap Hill, brunch & sunbathe.
But last night at the party my fingers reunited with keys. I crave more. A stranger’s keyboard in an upstairs bedroom called me into flow. Humans hovered around the room to listen, whispering… “She’s amazing. She’s a musician.” What a delight; deep joy of the soul to play for appreciating ears. I include my own ears savoring sounds sent by the fingers; body parts giving pleasure to each other!
This is my victory beyond anything else I have ever accomplished. This skill in my bones & muscles they can never take from me. I have woven music so tightly into my soul, into my me-ness. When I show up, it shows up. The hours of practice pay off right here in this moment. I am free & pure in play. Not one ounce of me is striving to impress or prove. No fear, no nerves, no self conscious distractions.
You are sensually absorbed, undivided, within another human being, love making. I am this with the music. She pleasures me. I give her everything. We become one in a way no human will ever be with me. She takes me over completely, every cell in my body touched by her vibrations, the ultimate penetration as she reaches beneath & beyond. She floats in the air between my hands and my ears. Where is she from? Infatuated, I let her come through me. Mystery, she arrives, possesses and flies out again to merge with others.
Play notes into air and I’m breathing bliss. My arousal heightens to musical ecstasy as I sense the gallery of voyers. Thank you audience. In the beautiful moments, my conscious mind entirely forgets you exist but my body senses the electric pulses emanating from each heart. Thank you audience for blowing on my flames so I may tingle as a woman on fire. Because we showed up free, this music existed.
LOVE,
Cha Wilde