| return to Softer Things We stood together waiting. Neither of us spoke; neither of us cared. It wasn't necessary. The elevator was away carrying others to other places, probably a family with kids and a mountains of luggage, maybe a couple who no longer made love, nonetheless, the elevator was busy, so we waited together alone. My right hand was on the small of her back. My fingers were spread wide, the tip of my little finger was almost at the top of her ass, the tip of my thumb almost to the base of her rib cage. A small thing, my hand on her like that, but so potent, that touch, when it all was considered and thought through. I could feel the form of her back under her thin blouse. The valley of her spine I remembered in so many ways, from so many times. In truth, I loved to touch her spine as she lay naked on her stomach. I loved to run my fingertips up and down that long line, the line ridged on each side, the line that disappeared into her neck and hairline on one end, the cleft of her ass on the other. There were other times, times when my tongue made that trip up and down her spine as my fingers had done before. I had poured oils into the valley. I had watched the oils glisten and dance in candle light, highlighting and shading the lines and shape of her, all of her. I had knelt beside her and massaged her back. I had knelt over her, astride her naked upper thighs and ass, knelt there to work on her shoulders, her arms, her hands. And I had taken my palms and pressed into that valley, letting one palm press on the other and apply pressure as they slid down through the oiled groove. I had massage her lower back, that special place where her back becomes her ass, pressing down, pressing her into the bed or floor, letting the pressure push away the tension and the kinks to loosen her and relieve her. The elevator came and its door opened. We entered and she pushed the button for our floor. Up there, I remember thinking, is a room with a big bed and a view of the city. I remember smiling then. "What are you thinking?" she asked. She was smiling too, standing there so close beside me. "About a shining valley, a valley I'd like to visit again," I told her honestly. She chuckled, more to herself than for me to hear. "Room service for dinner?" she asked. "Definitely," I told her. The elevator delivered us and went looking for more things to do.
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