Coincidentally I meet you.
I am invited cordially to your house for a cup of tea. Nothing more - nothing less; or so it may seem.
We laugh and learn a little bit about each other as my eyes widen and my interest grows. There are no expectations set, or devious desires drawn, I am simply here to be.
But as the sands of time unfold themselves, so do the intentions of the other.
One hand falls perfectly into place as it meets mine. Each touch feels so right it cannot be questioned. Energy transmutes, movements become more meaningful, and connection is established.
Frequency at full.
One minute its the lounge - the next its the bed.