The Moment Of Anticipation
Him. Her. What’s next?
Two souls.
One room.
Two chairs.
One table.
The only barrier preventing eternal fire to burn all around.
Two bodies sitting still.
Fully covered.
Apart.
While minds pulsate in the same rhythm before they are aligned for real.
Before every edge of a physical form is aligned for real.
The spark in the eyes escalates the fire.
The words are gaining the right tune.
Every smile is the whole book of signs one can read in a second.
The pulsating escalates.
The tension magnetizing yin and yang together is kept there by both parties.
A small fight of words continues.
A small war where both parties want to become winners.
A small war both parties want to keep waging.
The time has come.
The glasses are empty.
The battle of two allies is ready to proceed.
Few seconds of silence.
The moment of anticipation.
The moment when desire, excitement, and wonder are the strongest.
She stood up first.
A mysterious, confident, and just a little bit unsettling smile on her face becomes slightly wider.
The two anticipated words they were waiting for now sound in the air.
“Shall we?”
