The Protocol of Seduction Byron Hoot First, the eyes speak then a whispered word demanding a leaning into to hear with a slight laugh amazed by how full a word or two can be. A smile of invitation, confirmation of what the hearts and souls are saying in that rhythmed language the body and mind translate to a grazing touch electric, the jolt of recognition blushing the skin, lighting the eyes, with the breath in sudden intake waiting to exhale a question whose answer is a lover’s knot if not just now then in a little while to follow.
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