Mind’s eyes meet, man, woman from afar. Across the distances their glances lock. His eyes, a penetrating and sincere blue, hers, a deep and soft-warm brown.
Slow… Affection, understanding grow in their eyes. The unutterable nuances of his soul she sees in his eyes…In this silence, the steadfastness of their mutual stare, so fixed upon one another, forms an unseen bond between them, existing together in an unearthly realm, they are thousands of miles apart; only their mind’s eyes have met.
Together in space and time, see, face-to-face, their hands touch, one finger to the other. Again their eyes meet…slowly…turning her gaze downward, closing her eyes, her finger moving on his, she can feel inside her, how heavy, how strong his finger, she feels her own as a feather; he feels her flutter lightly down, ever-closer to his palm. How solid, how strong his masculine palm; she feels and senses there on him a scar and her heart is touched with his past pain, and with such gentle love, holding his pain securely in her soft hand, she caresses his scar tenderly, gazing upon it, pondering the affliction that might have caused it. Turning her expressive eyes up to his, she finds his gaze on her; again they meet.
Slowly their bond grows, in respect, in love, understanding, trust, yet only their eyes have met, hands touched.
She looks to his face. Their eyes meet; at deeper and deeper depths, their eyes delve into one another’s soul.
Slowly, tranquilly she reaches out to touch his face. Her fingertips move across his rough skin, slowly. Such harshness her soft, delicate fingers have never touched. He feels the sensation of her fingernails and soft fingers as they lightly graze over his rugged face. Deeply touched, he maintains a steadily deepening breath—she hears it— with the light caress of her fingertips, his heart beats stronger—she feels it. Then with the fullness of her curious hand, she touches his face, his cheek, runs her finger over his moist red lips, she feels every contour of his face, finding his roughness, his softness, and loving all of him. Gazing at her hand moving against his skin, seeing him, feeling him, his irregularities, his masculine beauty, his firmness, she looks up to him; again their eyes meet. Seeing deeply into her, piercing through her with his deep-probing eyes, he penetrates her virgin soul; overwhelmed with a slow-swelling wave of passion, tears come to her eyes, as he exhales, a long, steady sigh; closing his eyes, feeling her on him.