When Touch Spoke 1 Corinthians 7:3-4 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

It began long before our bodies met.

It began in quiet attention, in whispered intentions, in moments of waiting that felt like prayer. I had known him in heart and spirit before I knew him in skin. Every choice we made to pursue this connection had been layered with patience, respect, and the subtle unfolding of love.

And then, finally, we were together—not just in thought, not just in longing, but in the tangible, sacred space of presence.

His hand brushed mine, a small spark that carried a thousand unsaid words. His fingers lingered, not rushed, as if every gentle touch was a prayer in motion. And then, the way he cupped my face in his hands—strong, steady, yet tender—carried a power I could feel in my bones, drawing me closer, anchoring me to him, letting me know that I was seen, known, and cherished.

Every kiss, soft and deliberate, was a sentence in a language only hearts can read. Between each touch, I held my breath, reliving the moment, savouring the closeness, letting the weight of his hands and the depth of his intent sink into me.

It was not hurried.

It was reverent.

It was holy.

There was magic in the spaces between us—in the quiet breaths we shared, in the way our eyes held one another before mouths did. Time seemed suspended, not lost, but expanded. Every sigh, every pulse, every heartbeat spoke volumes that words could never contain.

I felt held, not just by his arms, but by the intention behind them. I felt nurtured, not just in fleeting gestures, but in the care that threaded through his touch. I felt whispered to, even in the silence, because love was moving between us, slow and steady, patient and alive.

In that meeting, I understood something sacred: that waiting in love is not silence.

It is preparation.

It is the fertile soil in which connection blooms.

And when the wait is honoured by intention, when hearts are chosen over haste, the first touch becomes transformative, the first kiss becomes a quiet revelation, and the magic of intimacy is felt not only on skin, but in spirit.

We became a rhythm, our breaths syncing, our hearts responding to the cadence of care, our bodies discovering a language that had been written in whispers long before. Every glance, every brush of a hand, every gentle hold was a testament to the power of love approached with reverence.

We were not rushing.

We were arriving.

And in his presence,

I felt a safety that I had never known before.

I felt the kind of love that does not demand or consume, but holds and nurtures.

I felt chosen, honoured, and known in the most profound way a human heart can be seen.

Even now, I remember the strength in the way he cupped my face, the slow, deliberate brush of his lips against mine, and the sacred pauses—the breaths I held, the breaths we shared—each one steeped in reverence, anticipation, and desire.

It was a meeting written in the quiet patience of God, a sacred encounter that reminded me that intimacy, when approached with grace, is nothing less than holy.

The husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband. The wife does not have authority over her own body but yields it to her husband. In the same way, the husband does not have authority over his own body but yields it to his wife.

1 Corinthians 7:3-4

Lord,

Thank you for the gift of touch that carries intention, for hands that hold with care, and lips that speak in gentle whispers.

Thank you for love that is patient, that waits, that honours the heart before the body.

Bless the moments where connection is first made, where hearts and spirits meet and recognise one another. Let every touch, every kiss, every shared breath be guided by your presence, full of reverence, safety, and grace.

Teach us to approach love as you would—with patience, with gentleness, with care. May our bodies reflect the holiness of our intentions, and may our hearts always remain tender, open to receiving and giving love in truth.

Thank you for showing me that intimacy is not rushed, but cultivated in the quiet spaces of trust, respect, and prayer.

Let every sacred moment between two hearts be a reflection of your love, and let us always remember that love, when approached with intention, is divine.

Amen.

When Touch Spoke 1 Corinthians 7:3-4 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

When Touch Spoke 1 Corinthians 7:3-4 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.