FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
And she would just as carefully adjust his tie and trail her fingertips along the line of his jacket knowing exactly how much pressure to exert, precisely how far to lean into his frame. Hers is a beautiful dance of attentiveness- no acting required- though setting the scene is as important as the language of touch employed in the next chapter of their loving on each other.
He offered fantasy pulled to reality without hurting anyone, “Am i causing you pain, this closeness, this forced connection time?”
You are real?
“I am real. If I can dare use the term “us” then I want as much of “us” as you are willing to create with me.”
Shhh. Go. I cannot create “us” today; too much aching at my core for such a beautiful morning.