He pulled her away and looked at her face. "I'm amazed by how different you are. I still have no idea what you're really like. What you really think."
"About what?"
"Anything. Everything." He shrugged. "About this even."
"You mean being here with you? Making love with you?"
"That's a perfect place to start."
She smiled and eased back in the water, silently toying for a moment with the rose petals drifting around her. "I think making love with someone is how we share our deepest feelings. Things we can't express any other way. It's how I tell you my love for you." She paused. "The way music or poetry reveal the soul of the one who creates them."
"Are you saying you think lovemaking is like creating music?" He examined her, puzzling.
"They both express what we feel inside."
He lifted up a handful of water and watched it trickle back into the pool. "I've never thought of it quite like that before."
"Why not? It's true. Before you can create music, you have to teach both your body and your heart. It's the same with making love."