I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto weâd once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. âI love you,â I whispered. In a low intimate voice, he answered: âMy heart is yours.â