Dónall Dempsey - Going Tasaday

The Tasadays
(remants of a Stone Age culture)

recently discovered in the Philippines

have no words
for war, hate or weapons

but favour
the communicative power

of skin

indulging in constant
warm enfolding embraces

loving touches.

So, this Tuesday
let's be Tasadays

hark back
to Stone Age practice

and indulge in

the process of osmosis

soaking each other up

skin to skin.

*******

Oh how I yearn for...hunger for this woman's skin...a touch mutating into a caresse...transforming into a kiss...a kiss becoming...!
We spend hours just holding each other...the skin of the other offering love comfort and security and sensuality. Ever since we met in Stratford and inadvertently our thighs touched when seated together...that one touch conveyed all that could be said for now and forever. In that one touch we had everything we needed to know about each other and the rest of our bodies just had to catch up!

Dónall Dempsey

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