Secret Wordless Language

At last, the day arriving. Texting Carol, hi, I’m here, R x. The front door buzzing. Climbing the communal stairs, mind and body atremble. Excited at the thought of seeing her again, wary of reading too much into things, tingling with the thrill of new adventure.

Arriving at her floor, passing someone coming the other way, keeping going, don’t want residents to start taking an interest in who’s visiting. Waiting a few moments, turning round, walking back down, pressing her buzzer.

The door opening. Carol appearing, a cool smile on her face, hi handsome, mmmm, I’d just about forgotten what you looked like, and here you are in the flesh at last. Taking my hand, kissing my cheek. Hey beautiful, let me take a look at you, I’ve been dreaming about those lips, you’d better let me kiss them.

Both of us smiling, slipping into easy converse. Walking to the balcony, the day sunny and windless. My hand lifting of its own volition, seeking some gesture of affection, finding her shoulder, stroking it. Her face turning to me in unaffected smile. Taking my hand, kissing it lightly, leading me outside. Two chairs around a little table, some lemon tea in a round glass teapot and two glass beakers.

Sitting down. Carol pouring tea. Me repositioning my chair to be closer, stroking her forearm. The need to be physically close, too strong to resist. Each of us taking a sip of tea. My hand touching her knee, waxy smooth and delectable. Her whole body tremoring slightly. Her hand reaching across, pulling my face to hers, kissing me, tongue hot and lemony from the tea.

The two chairs becoming awkward. Standing up, leaving the tea, untouched except for two brief sips. Hugging. Barriers falling away. Our bodies still innocent but yet already in mutual knowledge, in secret wordless language, a thrilling code. Her eyes looking into mine, shining.

Taking my hand again, god, R, this is making me feel weak, if I stay standing I might just collapse, let’s lie down. Sure honey.

Lying on the bed side by side, still fully clothed, gazing into one another’s eyes. My fingers gently combing her wayward hair backward. The afternoon sun shining through the window. Silence bar the occasional squawk of seagull and muted trawler horn and distant London traffic. Communion and peace. Carol’s eyes shuttering, closing, her body twitching slightly. Steady breathing. Me with a deep inward smile, how wonderful, my presence relaxes her.