Between Bodies, Between Minds It's not just skin, nor just desire, it's not just touch that ignites the kiss. It is a subtle bridge between being and thinking, where bodies meet to listen to each other. It is silence that screams without voice or moan, a look that reveals the most hidden. It is a dance without steps, a rite without an altar, where minds cross just to surrender. More than sweat or breathing, it is connection in another dimension. It's wanting not just the flesh, but what's behind it, the ideas, the fears, the dreams and the sighs. It is knowing that pleasure, when it is complete, also comes from what is true. Of the word that touches without touching the hand, of the thought that ignites the combustion. Sex is physical, but it is also a bridge between soul and desire, between valley and hill. It is an internal journey, without a map or sign, where the pleasure is intimate — and also mental.