…he asked her, «how would you like to be touched‽» …and she, enraptured, answered to him like that, — ‧‧‧ i would like you to touch me as if you have to go somewhere far, far away, and you would like to remember about each part of my body, with my velvety skin, and with all my valleys, and curves that enriched my physique, and enticed you ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you'd be blind…, unable to recognize just with your gaze my shapes ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you were mute, and only your fingers can articulate all your words ‧ i would like you to touch me as if your hands have healing's power on my body, and feed me with your caresses, and therewith, you quench your hunger and thirstiness with the love in me ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you'd like to dance with me, an invented dance, and as if your hands are some kind of magic brushes with which you love to color my silhouette with shiny nuances, [your fire] ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you...
