The Small of My Back
The small of my back somehow harkens back to when I was a slim, lithe, graceful dancer.
Although I am mostly not those things anymore, the small of my back persists at reminding me that in a certain way, I still am all of those things.
It draws my lover in to the same illusions about me, too. He did not know of me during my days as a dancer, but the small of my back gives him the imagination to see me then.
It pulls him as a magnet would toward loving my body. It is one of the curviest, slimmest smooth spots of my entire being.
It also is a secret pathway which leads only where he knows.