How much can you let go of?

Tell me, how deep can you dive?

How much truth is in your every movement?

Do your eyes speak of passion? Do they tell a story of lust, or joy?

Do you take too much pride in your perfection?

How much can you let go of?

If I ran my fingers across your face and asked for silence, how would you feel?

What if I wanted to kiss you? But I would do it so slowly, time would disappear. If my lips were two inches from yours, and hovered there, would you find it unbearable? Or would you love the tension?

Can you hold your breath and hold your body? Can you be present?

How soft can you be?

What happens if you lay down your layers?

I want to know your truth.