These are my eyes. My eyes are yours. I will tell you what they have seen. The first light of the day is blue, did you know that? My eyes have seen the death and rebirth of a thousand blue dreams.
These are my hands. My hands are yours. With my hands I have shaped the memories that make me what I am today. With my hands I will trace your wishes, follow your desires, build for me the future that you have designed.
These are my breasts. My breasts are yours. At nights I lie in my cold bed, feeling my breasts under the blankets. My breasts are soft and warm and bursting with desire for your touch.
This is my belly. My belly is yours. Make it your pillow. Place the palm of your hand on my belly and feel my flesh. There is more here than skin and tissue and blood and nerves. The history of mankind lies in the secrets of a woman’s belly.
These are my legs. My legs are yours. See how they wrap themselves around you, as if life itself depended on their strength. They are slender but can transport me to the corners of the earth, and they will, if you say the word.
These are my feet. My feet are yours. They are very small and very white, with blue veins. An array of thin bones is jutting under the skin. And yet the soles of my feet are sturdy, to carry the weight of my obligations to you. I will not fail.
These are my genitals. My genitals are yours. They are the center of my desire. Take the gift, hold it carefully. Desire is a fragile thing but mine is stronger than all the oceans of the world. This is sea water coming out of me. It is yours too.
This is my heart. My heart is yours. This is my hair. My hair is yours. This is my mouth. My mouth is yours.
This is my body. My body is yours.