A Fellowship Hello

just some prose :)

His fingers grazed over mine, why must he make it a point to touch the younger skin? He is so sophisticated with his gate and air yet, he is drawn to a doeful youth. As he greets me, always gesturing a soft warm hand, he smiles as if to reassure me that his advance isn't taboo. I won't lie, I like his firm grasp, his soft touch, his warm smile. He apperciates my fellowship, very much as I do his. Deeply with sincerity and feeling he thanks me for partaking in something I love. Lifting my voice to make something with him more taboo than love it's self, music. Yes more sinful than love , all the more reason to savor his notes and hellos like that of chocolate, like that of wine. No deeper conncection will be attempted with a charming man such as he. For the deepest level on which two souls can connect, we have already reached and now thrive in. To know how a person's passion works, to share something as close to one's heart, as making music; is as intimite as one can get. We are two strange characters indeed yet our love thrives, lives on the same thing. So as he outstreatchs his hand, in a low gentleman like hello, I extend a hand to his and shake firmly back in return. Showing a fellowship hello as well as a part of my soul.

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!