To know of another person that has an equal understanding of the mind and body is a rare phenomenon. I am usually the dare devil in such situations. I bring the requests, the knowledge, and the attack but not anymore.
I love the questions. The questions are what made the night. It was not the way the questions were asked or the content of the questions that aroused my senses. It was the assumption that questions should be asked during such an occasion which made the night that much more enjoyable.
If I close my eyes and think hard enough about the night, I swear I can still hear the questions being asked, how the questions made my mind race, and how my body trembled at the end of each sentence.
I wish and hope to engage in this extraordinary experience again. Maybe it will happen again tomorrow, in a week, in a month or two... I just hope that this was not the last.
