He holds her hand and she feels the heat in his palm.
Light fingers run down her spine and her skin tingles.
For what seems like hours he touches
And caresses in silence
Soft reed music and a waterfall
Converse in hushed tones
As his hands listen to her
They soothe. They stir nerve ends.
“Ta peau est douce” he says quietly.
She smiles as all of her awareness
Gathers to the skin under his fingers