They turn off the lights. The bedroom is dark, still and silent except for their slight rustling settling on the bed before each other, knee to knee. Their hands reach out into the darkness interlocking fingers, each bowing slightly until their foreheads gently touch. Time ceases as breaths synchronize.
"Now?" She asks in the barest whisper
"Please, yes" he whispers back as if not to disturb the stillness enveloping them in this sanctuary.
With a reverence born of a deep and abiding love, respect and appreciation, she releases her long, thin fingers from their entwining with his own and as gently as a moth fanning a stone touches his face. She removes his mask and sets it aside so that it is lost in the darkness and says, "I love you", again, in that barest whisper that seems somehow not to disturb the silence enshrouding them.
He reciprocates now with equal reverence and gentleness reaching out to touch her face with the tips of his fingers, removing her mask and setting it aside as if into the oblivion of the darkness that surrounds them. "I love you" he whispers ever so softly and as his fingertips find the true flesh of her face with the slightest touch, hers find the true flesh of his face.
Like two blind lovers, they see each other with their fingertips, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breathing becoming heavier, fingers slightly caressing closed eyelids, soft, moist lips, the fleshy lobes of the ear. When finally they do kiss, it starts curiously, uncertainly, with a sense of revelation for neither has kissed before without their mask on but quickly the kiss intensifies into a kind of fire like flame consuming flame and their bodies embrace in one long bodily conflagration of passion
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