It was magical

It started with the word “flowery,” a compliment tainted with an ounce of sarcasm, she had other interpretation and drove her to draw first blood over a forum’s inbox. Then before they even realized it, they find themselves wanting to receive an email from the other.

They wrote for days. Messages were simple, yet deep and heartfelt, light and cerebral, the topics veered wildly, nothing was out of reach, nothing was forbidden. They always said too much. They’d helplessly watch the words escaping their fingertips, sometimes floating from their thoughts, sometimes feeling spit out, regurgitated like they’d already gone in, but had no choice but to come back out.

Then they met, shifting to exchange of words in the flesh. Their reactions were varied. At such moment he could not read her, could not gauge, asked instead, tired of reading between invisible lines, yet she was evasive, his feelings betraying her. But something was there, it was apparent he could see it if he looked hard and long enough, stared into those wonderful eyes. Neither did he realize of doing the same thing. She looked inside of him, saw places he thought were hidden. He liked to think no one could see inside, no one could see what he chose not to share, but he could. This frightened and intrigued him, and he loved her for her ability to know him like no one else had.

Then somewhere in the middle of their conversation, silence just grew, it purports to be a logical conclusion to so many words expended. They paused and looked into each others’ eyes, searching, looking for answers, for opinions, for emotions not yet expressed, and finding it in those moments she reached for him as she shyly turned closer to him.

A light brushing of fingers on the face, a casual rearranging of hair, leaning in for a kiss, it was never obvious or bold, but subtle, almost a physical whisper. It seemed they’d reached an impasse, not just a silence. It seemed they’d gone far away from each other’s mind, but ironically this distance attracted them more.

It was ‘a spontaneous surge of affection.’ A surge of feeling, as both were trying to turn away from each other. The need to express their selves in that moment was too overwhelming to resist. One brush of a finger, or a rearranging of his hair and her surge electrified him. He was alive with sensation, felt it throughout his body, her surge became his and every time it worked, every time it started them on several more hours of physical exploration. The psyches were left behind, leaving only physical and emotional sensation. The rest was spent, exhausted, but the new realm lay left unexplored and they pursued it, explored it, all night long.

It was a sensation incarnate, his whole body moved with hers, their mouths were one mouth, their tongues were one tongue, they melted into each other.

It was magical It was more than “flowery” statements could express. Feelings intended to be kept, but too arduous to suppress.