The instructions were simple: Stand nude with your back against the wall, your feet spread shoulder-width apart. Close your eyes and hear only my voice. Follow my commands.

You stood. You listened.

Your hands were mine.

I touched you. I touched all of you.

You trembled, sighed, and moaned.

Your legs shook.

You cried out in pleasure. You cried, joyous in us.

We’d finally made love without a touch.

We smiled into sleep that night, you and I, in separate beds, but of one soul.