I was wandering, lost in thought, when the vision of your face passed before my eyes. The sound of your laughter and the gentle way that your breath speaks my name causes me to pause. So there I am, in the middle of the road, wondering what to do.
Should I go home?? Should I continue on this quiet journey of reflection?? In the instance before I make my choice, I feel your arms encircle my waist and you rest your head on my shoulder. I ask how you found me and you just smile and point. I laughed softly as my cat turns and walks away from us. I grab your hand and pull you after me.
"There's something I want to show you." We rounded the corner and took this tiny path back into the woods. You started to ask something and I pull you down to kiss away your question. That, and to silence you.
"Just trust me." I whisper as you try and pull me in closer. We come into the clearing, and there, by the stream lay a beautiful picnic dinner. You accuse me of seduction and I ask if that's so bad. You sit down on the blanket and pull me into your lap. I squirm, not wanting to ruin my plans for you, which meant that I needed to disentangle myself from your grasp. I met your lips with mine. Gently nibbling and begging you to be patient –
I offer you the bottle of wine to open while I set out the contents of the picnic basket. You fill two glasses and we toast the night that we'd met for dinner and ended up together, in bed, for the first time. You were so considerate and desirable. We drank and slowly fed each other as the sun set. Throughout dinner our contact had been almost constant. Just touching. Feeling. Caressing each other. It was almost more than I could bear.
