The space Between in Experiences

He placed his hand between them, an offering symbolic of their relationship. Would it be met by an equal gesture? Would it be ignored? Would it be feared? Longing to connect yet resisting the urge to cross the threshold, venture beyond the space between.

Reminiscing the warmth of their embrace. The softness of her eyes, the moistness of her lips. Trying to recall the last time their bodies became one. Wondering if only? If only he’d known this would be the last time, how would it have been different? Would there have been more passion? Would they have taken their time? More exploring? More savoring? More tasting? The very concept of a last time astounding. What man knows of such certainty, the infinitely limited? A moment to last forever, yet abundantly finite. A tingle, the spark of a rising fire. What if? Could it be? Would it be so wrong? A final embrace, an intentioned encounter. A moment fueled only by love, of finality, a farewell of the senses. Would it be different? Would it mean more? Mean less?

Our touch electrified, heart beating stronger. The invisible smell of pheromones, the softness of the stare. Emotionally packed and boxed, the physical farewell all that remains. Our bodies primal in their simplistic urges. Give into them, be free. Be carried by their calls, be moved by their rhythm. Uncage their expressions, allow time to freeze one final time. To caress the soft yet firm heaviness of her breast. Brush the firm wrinkles of the nipple. Explore the catching ridges of her stretchmarks, the muscular tone of her thighs and calves. Explore the warm and moist cave of the goddess spirit…

Alas, he removes his hand, cold and unmet.He surrenders the longings of a final embrace, hungrily devoured by the ever growing beast - the space between.