Touch was the sense both underestimated until the day they first found each other. Now, imbuing themselves into the slow waltz tempo of the music that led and orchestrated their dance, they allowed themselves the exquisite pleasure of time to experiment and reacquaint and feel the simple gracious gifts of their bodies and souls. Jessie let her fingers wander over Josh’s broad athletic shoulders and then pass down his back. She applied a gentle pressure that brought his body closer to her, and she could feel his breath on her cheek, warm and inviting, as his face was turned slightly towards her. Josh leaned forward and let his right hand frolic playfully in Jessie’s hair, twisting ringlets as he had seen her do so many times when she was nervous about something. She felt his smile when he buried his nose in the auburn locks – it was in his body, that happiness, emanating from his heartbeat deep within, from that long ago innocent place where children haven’t yet experienced the heartache of lost pets and other grown-up worries.
He was here, in front of her – Josh – and the music they moved slowly to was a pedestal on which to stand as they declared their love with the divine magic of touch and breath; of soft sighs borne of the sweetest knowing, of pleasure savored and anticipated, of realizing you have found the one you will love until the day your life on earth is done, and perhaps even afterwards when the mysteries of the universe are revealed.
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