She bid him to close his eyes; he complied. He trusted her completely.
She touched him, gossamer glances warming his flesh, and the darkness before his eyes morphed, a soft symphony of entrancing color.
“Keep your eyes closed,” she said gently, knowing that his impulse was to open them and look into her own fathomless eyes.
She touched him, fleetingly, and the color took more vivid aspect. He held his breath as every fiber of his being sparked with energy so sweet it was almost painful.
“I want you to listen to me,” she said, her hand lingering on him. “Will you do that?”
He nodded…his eyes closed, his breath held, his being sparking. “What do you want me to do?” he said, somehow finding voice.
She leaned close, her breath soft and intoxicating against his ear, and sighed. “Let go.”
And, falling willingly into a warm abyss, he did.
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