Eros

Before the names, before the order, before anything had learned to want, there was Eros.

He was not born of love. Love came after him, and because of him. He was the first pull between two things that had been separate, and everything since has been a consequence.

He carried a bow. The wound it left never closed into anything but wanting.

The one who loved him was told she could never see his face. He came to her only after dark, and she knew him entirely by touch. She lasted a long time that way. Longer than most would have.

Then she lit the lamp.

The story is usually told as a warning about curiosity. It is not. It is about a woman who crossed the world to recover what she had felt in the dark, and did.

This is that shape, in your hand. Slender. Unhurried. Known by touch.

Olive or Ochre.

The Black Pantera Experience

Every piece comes with guided audio sessions made for it, in solo and partnered versions, to help you connect with your own sexuality and with your partner's.