A night with mr. stilman

Affection. The midwife of lust and love. It\'s that unrelenting thirst driving for a night of more then friends, but less then the alternative. It\'s when two warm bodies lie against one another in the cold sand during florida\'s winter. Not the standard beauty from the stars or waves crashing, but from the magnificence that comes from sharing ones time in the most unadultered, childlike way.
Affection. Pseudo-love, innocent lust. The no string attachment stemming from the attraction of two souls aligned in space and time. The time is so brief it folds in on itself. And space, so small, a grain of sand mixing through my sea of hair. The gentle hand embracing the small of my back intoxicates my senses. Filling them with a thousand tiny bubbles, lifting me off the ground into the heavens.
Affection. It ends upon the morning sunrise, but is never lost. You can still taste it in the final moments, when lieing in bed with that smile of acceptance. Your heart left enthralled, and soul quiet, no longer heavy. only when your feet hit the ground has the night fully ended.
Affection. truly my favorite emotion. Unlike lust it will never feel cheap, and unlike love, never end with tears. It will end precisely where it began, two souls desperate for understanding from a world with more questions then answers.
3/25/06 sunday. NV