She looked into his eyes and saw the pain, the wounds from being rejected and looked down on with scorn. He had shut himself in and made fast the locks on his heart and his soul. He had let few people in of his own accord, and in so doing he had built a strong wall around himself. The ignorance that he had met with scarred him and left him there to bleed. Looking deeper into his eyes, she saw the all too familiar feelings of want and need. The need to be wanted, to be needed, to be loved. To feel again the touch of understanding. To know that someone knew, and loved. She reached out, never letting her eyes move from his, and put her arms around him. She felt him recoil at first, but slowly he began to relax and he put his arms around her. She saaw in his eyes a mirror into her own soul, she knew too well how he felt, as her life encompassed the same thing: rejection. Bringing him closer to her, so that there was no space between them, she kissed him. Lightly at first, as if to say: "It's ok. Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then more passionately, filling the kiss with all her emotion saying: "I know exactly how you feel. You are not alone."
His passion came in a raging torrent, to engulf and embrace hers. He had seen in her eyes every feeling he had ever felt, every thought and every sense of being, mirrored in her eyes. He knew now that he was not alone. He could feel all her emotions beating at him like a strong wind. He also began to feel his emotions come out in force, to combine with hers and like a lightning bolt, leave them bare and venerable. But soon he could feel an overwhelming passion build up between them like a tidal wave, bringing her impossibly close to his body, he deepend the kiss... |