We have a great relationship.

Our banter? Out of this world, and I absolutely love it as it is mentally stimulating. 

Our conversations are filled with quick and back-to-back witty remarks with a touch of subtle flirting.

It’s humorous and keeps me on my toes. 

It doesn’t mean anything, 

but it’s nice. 

Just words. 

We play mental gymnastics with each other, like we go there without really going there. 

And I feel that’s what keeps it so lighthearted. Intellectual foreplay with boundaries

I find her attractive, physically.

I believe she feels the same. 

But we don’t act on it. For a good reason though. Even though a part of me feels like crossing those physical boundaries would take things to another level

We would therefore speak freely about our escapades, no attachment, no emotions 

just truth and passion. 

The mixture of both realities excites me, 

the playful restraint and the what ifs. 

Thoughts of almost coming close to kissing, the tension build up, the spike in body temperatures, breaths laced and eyes locked. 

Wishing we were tearing each other apart just to pull away. 

Leaving a thickness in the air, 

and increased desire.

Long term, we wouldn’t work. We are both too headstrong which would cause chaos. 

But physically? It would be out of this world, beyond imagination. 

Sensual, 

passionate, 

and oh, so consuming. 

It would be our little secret. 

She would be my secret.