Hmm tonight we went to see two movies. In the first she sat where I have so many times; feeling the electricity and chemistry, wanting skin to skin contact, but not daring to move. I waited her out. Put my hand in a convenient place to reach. She stretched and I could see her looking at my hand.
Then she sighed and reached for it with her whole body. And we connected. Then in the second movie she grasped my hand and put her head on my shoulder and I truly felt what it is to love the moment of someone.
I have my hand on her cheek, sift skin, gentle caress. She said afterwards that her heart has been racing since I touch her hand.
She felt like mine in the dark.
The Interrupted Butterfly 