of my finger tips.... they make small lines up your ribcage and stopping just parallel with your breasts just under your arms. I apply pressure to you guiding you down the hall way, leading you somewhere, but the blind fold shutting out all light, you are unsure of where we are. As we reach the end of the hall, you can feel the rose petals again under your feet, their soft moist petals sending sensations up your body... what you remember the small turn we took would lead