How to listen to a woman's body

When you listen closely to a woman’s body, you will get to know just how much it echos like a city, living in its abundance but sleeping in its ignorance of the magic that travels through its streets and highways crisscrossing the totalty of its space.

When you put your ears to her wrist, you’ll hear an odd pulse, a hipping, thumping, slow bumping rhythm that continues without any audience, like the conductor holding his baton high and waving, and the rhythm falling and picking itself up again, on and on for as long as the musicians keep playing.

Place your lips under her skin where the blue of her veins imitate the roots of a strange tree with fingers for branches and touches for fruits, feel it beat under your skin too, as if it’s a part of you as well, that’s how it will feel to have her heart as yours too.

When your lips kiss the nape of her neck, leaving goose bumps and flustering skin in their wake, know this is how you listen to her body waking up, changing slowly, sipping in the sunlight of your desires.

When you murmur love into her ears and her earlobes feel the tickle of your tongue, when her breathing changes rhythm, becomes slower, sharper,  this is how you listen to her accepting your longing.

When your hands hold her and slide around the edges of her being, listen closely to the flunctuating gulps of her throat, how this warmth builds at the tip of her tongue and journeys throughout her body, warmth both comfortable and hungry.

When she moans, her voice half woman half wanting, listen to every syllable that breaks from her lips like a yawing winter dawn, let it occupy the room, let it vibrate again in your ears reminding you of the magic which is unveiling  in front of you, bit by bit as she undresses.

Listen to every shiver that wrecks her body, and in it you’ll unveil the evaluation of romance.

Listen to the words she says, the almost lost in passion, gentle ‘hold me closer’, the stern and fierce ‘kiss me’, listen and let them be your guidiance.

Listen to those things she doesn’t say, the breathing and the sighing and the unfolding of her body, like a puzzle which slowly resolves into simplicity.

Listen to her body, and you’ll find, she sounds like a city, where many have passed through and left graffiti of their souls on the walls of the subway, but only the lucky ones, get to stay.