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. . . a sketch
"Knowing how to touch her without touching her, really touches her."
In the dimly lit café, a man and a woman sat across from each other, their gazes entwined in an intricate dance of desire and hesitation.
They were strangers, brought together by a peculiar circumstance: both seeking solace in the written word.
The man, André, was a renowned novelist, while the woman, Emma, was an aspiring poetess.
Their connection transcended the limitations of physical touch. It was a profound meeting of minds, a merging of souls through the delicate nuances of language.
André's words resonated with Emma's deepest emotions, unraveling the tapestry of her thoughts and desires.
Through his prose, he understood the labyrinthine complexities of her heart, exposing the raw vulnerability she so carefully guarded.
Their exchanges began innocently, discussing literature, the beauty of words, and the secrets they concealed.
But as their conversations deepened, the boundaries between their hearts blurred, and they tiptoed along the precipice of an all-encompassing connection.
Each word became a brushstroke on an ethereal canvas, painting a portrait of intimacy, although their bodies remained at a safe distance.
Emma found solace in André's ability to navigate the intricacies of her soul without ever physically touching her.
His words, like a gentle caress, traced the contours of her yearning, soothing her spirit.
As they delved into their deepest longings, the space between them diminished, until the air itself seemed electric with their unspoken desires.
Days turned into nights as their conversations continued, carried away on the wings of their shared passions.
They met in crowded cafés, their bodies enveloped in the surrounding noise, yet their minds entwined in a symphony of understanding.
Each syllable uttered, every silence cherished, wove an invisible thread between them, more tangible than any physical contact.
They existed in a realm where time ceased to hold sway. Emma discovered a profound vulnerability within herself, unmasked by the soothing power of André's words.
He, in turn, revealed fragments of his own wounded heart, his prose a refuge from the harsh realities of existence.
They were two souls desperately seeking solace in a world that had forgotten the potency of human connection.
Their shared longing, palpable and yet unfulfilled, hung in the air like a suspended breath.
Though they yearned to bridge the divide, to intertwine their bodies with the same fervor as their minds, they resisted the temptation.
For in their self-imposed restraint, they discovered the essence of true intimacy, the ability to touch another's soul without surrendering to the physical realm.
As the seasons shifted and the world continued its relentless march forward, their connection remained untarnished, an ethereal bond unbroken by the passage of time.
André's words became a beacon in Emma's darkest nights, and her whispered poems found solace within his wounded heart.
Their story unfolded, forever suspended between the lines of their written confessions.
They existed within the realm of language, where the mere act of understanding transcended the limitations of touch.
In each other's minds, they found solace and completion, a connection so profound that it touched them more deeply than any physical embrace ever could.