“And while his fingers explored, his eyes stayed on mine, filling the silence, and in them I saw the piece of me that he took.” — Kate Stewart Copy Share Image
“We danced forever, and not nearly long enough. Now that I faced him, I could touch him, too, rather than self-consciously drip through his fingers. I explored his back, fingertips discovering ridges of his spine, muscles, a place below his… — Jodi Meadows Copy Share Image
