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Yes
Date: 1/14/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Verbal, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories
name he didn’t even know. “That was amazing,” he said. What a wildly inadequate word, he thought. “Yes.” “Just awesome.” He felt powerless to tell her how he felt. He needed a new language. “Yes.” He started to say something else, and she put a finger to his lips to silence him. “Yesss,” she said, one last time. So much power in that one word. The last sibilant hiss of the “s” trailed off in the wind, lost in an asphalt sea of car engines and slamming doors. He stood, hand outstretched, and helped her up from the concrete. “I think it is best if I do not know your name,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “But I enjoyed meeting you.” He laughed. She returned the laugh. “No, not enjoy,” she said. “That is not the word. Not strong enough. I cannot find the word I mean.” “I know,” he said. “I do not know the word,” she said. “I can’t name it either.” “Maybe there is not a word?” she asked. “Maybe not,” he replied, the phrase a placeholder for larger meanings left unsaid, perhaps untranslatable in any language. They held hands and walked out into the sunlight, the everyday world a different place to him now, alive with the common mysteries of life and love, blood and need. When they reached the entrance of the theater he turned to her to say goodbye, squeezing her hand, accepting her gaze, glimpsing figures from his dreams swimming in the seawater green depth of her eyes.