|There's sensuality in that little piece of communicated warmth. Too often we forget that it doesn't have to be about sex. It can be, but it can also be an all-consuming glance, where in that moment, both parties unwittingly conquer each other's worlds. So many contingencies.
It's like the description of my blogring - Les Cafés Littéraires:
''To sit in a café in Paris - all tables lined with chairs facing streets - the city lives its own entertainment, granting freedom of release from self-consciousness and by anonymity. Here is where atmosphere births in circumstance to dance on one's lips to the tune of la Seine singing; as the glass is raised, the wine flows out from pen onto paper. That, which was birthed in circumstance, granted eternal life through word transcending all mediums of sense. Pour ceux qui aiment les arts et la vie.''
There's a sensuality in being able to literally taste the flavor of the passing life that's altogether intimate.