It is still hot as I wipe off the tables and smooth the sand floor of the thatched roof bar that we have worked together for so long. As I walk past the small cabanas on the beach I hear the nighttime noises of our guests settling in for the night. The snore of the fat Yankee from New York, the argument of the honeymooners, the soft chords of a guitar from the bonfire still burning on the beach. These are the comforting sounds of the home we have made together and I smile as I think of you waiting in our house a short way down the beach. I can already see the light of the torch you have left burning outside to guide my way home.
As I grow near I see that the lights are all out but the dim light of a single candle flickers in the open window of the room that we share. I pass the hammocks on the veranda and enter quietly, careful not to wake you just yet for I love to watch you sleep.
A gentle ocean breeze ruffles the curtains you have hung over the windows and brings the scent of night blooming jasmine and orchids to my nose. I pass through the great room and am nearly overwhelmed as I stand at the door to our bedroom and gaze at your beauty as you sleep spreadeagled on the bed we have shared for so long now.
I cross the room with silent steps and bend to kiss you behind your ear. In the flickering candlelight I see you smile and murmur a soft hello as you turn and take me in your arms. I wrap my arms around you, bury my face in your neck and breathe in the scents of you.
Slowly I begin to lift my head, kissing each inch of your neck as I go. Your hands are now awake and stroking my back and a small gasp escapes you as I take your earlobe in my mouth. Our mouths meet and I can taste the lingering traces of the tropical fruits that grow outside our door. Our tongues entwine and dance to an ancient rhythm all their own. Tenderly I draw your tongue into my mouth as my hands begin to move of their own accord. Exploring your back and your shoulders as if they did not already know every inch.