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Body of Water
Phuket, unsent
I should tell you from the start Im not one for ceremony.
My body enters the room before I do. Always has.
It speaks louder than I allow my voice to.
Soft, yes. But not in the ornamental sense. Soft like shoreline yielding only when it chooses.
My breasts arent symmetrical. I used to think that was a secret I had to manage.
Now I find its often the thing men linger on longest.
Not because its perfect but because it isnt.
My hips curve unevenly, my skin folds at the waist, and when I laugh which I do rarely, but honestly,
my left eye crinkles first.
Youd notice, if we were close. And you were paying attention.
I only bother with people who do.
Phuket is not what they sell.
Not really.
Its quieter than people expect humid, watchful.
Theres a stretch of sand past Rawai where the wind smells like fish sauce and wild lemongrass.
Thats where I go when I dont want to be anything for anyone.
But if I were to share a night with you
truly share
we wouldnt go to the beach.
Wed walk inland, past the closed massage shops and the flickering blue of TVs behind shutters.
Theres a rooftop above a tailors shop in Old Town.
I have the key.
The air smells like laundry and motorbike fuel.
Wed sit cross-legged on the tiles.
Id hand you a beer already opened quietly, deliberately and I wouldnt ask questions.
Silence makes better foreplay than most words.
Later
somewhere not special, not dressed
Id stand in front of you and begin the slow, necessary act of un-layering.
Not for performance.
Not for seduction.
But because the body, when trusted, wants to be witnessed.
You might call it a striptease show.
I wouldnt.
And when I press my palms into your shoulders, your lower back,
the backs of your thighs
you may find breath where you thought tension lived.
An erotic massage isnt about release.
Its about awareness.
Touch that listens before it speaks.
They call it escort Phuket.
I call it presence offered like water, not product.
If youre wondering whether Ill ask you to stay
I wont.
But Ill notice if you do.
And if you do,
youll understand why this isnt a story I tell many.
Only the ones who arrive without needing answers.
