As your key enters the lock I move into place. You open the door and I step into your path. Gently covering your eyes with my fingertips. The scent of wisteria fills your senses. Soft sounds of jazz guitar dance through the air.
Leaning close to your ear I whisper, "Trust me," turning you around I slip the silk scarf around your head, covering your eyes.
"Just follow my lead and relax, Happy Valentines Day. This is my gift to you."
After the knot at the back of your head is finished, I encircle you with my arms, squeezing tight; light kisses on the back of your neck. I turn you back around and take your hands.
"Walk with me," I say, moving into the room and closing the door, stopping at the soft furry throw in front of the fireplace.
I unbutton your blouse and slip it off your shoulders. Laying it across a close chair, another zip and the skirt you were wearing is in my hands. Placing it in the chair with your blouse. You stand in front of me, in your lacy bra and silky panties.
Returning to you, I remove the soft undergarments leaving you standing in all your beauty. A silk blindfold and a smile your only attire. Taking your hands again, my voice rising from the spot I had taken, on my knees, at the side of the rug.
"Lay down here and relax," I tell you, slightly pulling your arms to start your movement toward the soft rug under your feet.
You stretch out beside me, arms at your sides. I lean over and kiss your cheek and the side of your lips. Moving your hair from your shoulders, I reach for a small glass pitcher of scented oil, slightly heated by a candle flame.
Whispering in your ear, "Take yourself to a special place, a beach, or mountains, or a tropical island, anywhere you would like to be, where your mind could be free, your soul could dance and sing out loud."
I fill my palms with the oil and begin the smooth strokes along your shoulders and down your arms. Massaging deeply as I return to your arms and shoulders, kneading and rubbing your shoulders and the back of your neck, feeling your tension lifted. Tracing the curve of your shoulders down your back. As needed, I replace the oil that is making your skin glisten in the candlelight. You are a vision and I have to repeatedly stop to admire Gods handy work and marvel at the effort that must have been required to create such perfection. A soft sigh slips from your lips as the muscles begin to respond to my touch.