Benevolent inclusive mysterious mischief.
Glittering in a set of eyes and flashing in a smile. More tangible than any slap and tickle, and more fulfilling than a good compliment.
The sense of desire to do with and be with another person. Free of objectification or animalistic physical release.
It’s an evolving story in a series waiting to be read, imagined about and read again, until the next book comes out.
It’s a question mark that stirs the mind, gives you cardio, and flusters the loins.
Desire that is wholly symbiotoc in nature..not selfish, not selfless…
As I get older I notice my peers, caught up in the mundane grind of daily life and that look appears less often.
How many people yearn for that sense of desire that has somehow vanished? That spark of creative passion on theory partners face, or any face for that matter?
Life is serious business and so then becomes the sex. Get it done, there is a scheduled sleep to accomplish. The kids will be up in x hours.
Desire… looking into his or her eyes and almost smelling the spice of life in the air.. passion, creativity, lust, deep seated drive to live and share an experience. Or several hundred.
Gazing on the lips of a naughty grin with wonder, and grinning back with want.