Touch
I grab you in my arms. I give you a hug, lifting you to the massage table, and pull the thin silk robe off of you and tell you to lay on your belly. I reach for the warm massage oils. The smell of the oils fills the air. The candles flicker around the room. A light flute music off in the background. I pour the warm oil all over your shoulders and back, ever so slowly, lower and lower before setting the oil aside. My fingertips start making circular motions across your shoulders and slowly down...