Fire.
Golden warmth settles gently onto the top of your head, the peaks of your shoulders and the soft rise of the curves of your body. A quiet, serene crackling plays in the distance, a fire burning for light, for we make all the heat we need together. The large blanket, spread on the floor camp style, is a plush fleece but feels like sandpaper next to velvet skin. Two pillows and a top blanket disregarded as a covering of our bodies intertwined, keeping us from the world.
I turn my head to stare into the the clear blue of your eyes brought out by the orange light of the fire and the darkness around us. Reaching, I pull my fingers gently across the tender skin from your ear to the corner of your subtle smile. My fingers move slowly, fearing the loss of each blissfully smooth centimeter of feeling. I trace the edges of your mouth, unmoving, down past your lower lip, over your chin and slowly along your neck. Resting, my fingers dance circles over your shoulders, around your collar bones, and down the center of your chest. A deep inhale sends my hand rolling towards your silken stomach where finally it rests on the left side of your belly button. Restless fingers continue stroking nearby skin.
I pull myself onto my left elbow, turning on my side to face you lying on your back, head resting on downy pillow. From this vantage point I can see the glow of your gold hair, if I lean forward, I can smell your hours old shampoo.
A pause, two people caught in silence.
With a determined snail's pace, you reach, left hand to right side of my face, and pull my mouth closer to your own for a kiss. I can taste your lips on mine, sweet candy, I am too eager for more. Two moments more we hold, interlocked. My right hand has reawakened and slowly begun to wander the open distances of your body, journeys bring them the touch of the finest silk. My kiss slips from your mouth, to your cheek; another after that gone astray near your earlobe, moving slowly, finding a path back to your creamy mouth. Ten, twenty, sixty more seconds longing for every moment locked together.
A sudden lustful movement, my mouth begins to move along your neck, but a stop, a nibble at your shoulder and an inhale. Dizzy, everything fades to black with the scent of sweet vanilla skin.
I turn my head to stare into the the clear blue of your eyes brought out by the orange light of the fire and the darkness around us. Reaching, I pull my fingers gently across the tender skin from your ear to the corner of your subtle smile. My fingers move slowly, fearing the loss of each blissfully smooth centimeter of feeling. I trace the edges of your mouth, unmoving, down past your lower lip, over your chin and slowly along your neck. Resting, my fingers dance circles over your shoulders, around your collar bones, and down the center of your chest. A deep inhale sends my hand rolling towards your silken stomach where finally it rests on the left side of your belly button. Restless fingers continue stroking nearby skin.
I pull myself onto my left elbow, turning on my side to face you lying on your back, head resting on downy pillow. From this vantage point I can see the glow of your gold hair, if I lean forward, I can smell your hours old shampoo.
A pause, two people caught in silence.
With a determined snail's pace, you reach, left hand to right side of my face, and pull my mouth closer to your own for a kiss. I can taste your lips on mine, sweet candy, I am too eager for more. Two moments more we hold, interlocked. My right hand has reawakened and slowly begun to wander the open distances of your body, journeys bring them the touch of the finest silk. My kiss slips from your mouth, to your cheek; another after that gone astray near your earlobe, moving slowly, finding a path back to your creamy mouth. Ten, twenty, sixty more seconds longing for every moment locked together.
A sudden lustful movement, my mouth begins to move along your neck, but a stop, a nibble at your shoulder and an inhale. Dizzy, everything fades to black with the scent of sweet vanilla skin.