Comment on antiflutschige elfenbeinfarbene Strumpfe by Pippa-pppx

I can sense an entire backstory before this moment was captured. Meeting her, dinner, conversation...connections on some many levels...the growing realization that I want to be with her and the surprising revelation that she feels the same way...then this moment of tentative opening, still not sure if we are on the same track, if we want this friendship to grow beyond and deeper and into something more intimate....but willing to risk it, willing to see where the night takes us...

Is she seducing me? Or am I seducing her? There comes a point when the desire is so thick in the air between us that it becomes a living thing, a third party in the room, and we are no longer players playing off against each other...we are both pawns in the grip of something beyond our intentions, something startlingly deep and powerful...something that is beyond either of us to control...

I am lost and she is lost and:

When you were to find her
beneath the unseemly openness of your eyes
Try to be what must being be
and know what is made known without pride
or undue pleasure
for what was given not as a prize
but as consolation
to those that lose themselves