And so he slid.
Closer to her side,
and although her ***** was ever
so apparent, he did not look down.
He gazed softly into her eyes,
they were entranced with the nostalgic desire to know her better; satisfaction that he was sitting
beside her.

And so she allowed,
him to draw near.
Her eyes rested down
at the button on his
lapel.
She was wary of what was to
happen next,
but she could not say that
she would ever refuse him.

And so she looked.
UP, edging her eyes
from his lips to his forehead.
She stared into him, sure
of what was to follow.

So he edged.
Even closer to her.
Lips growing warmer by the second.

It was clear.

He wanted, to kiss her.

And so he lowered.
His head down, and there she laid.

Her Demerara skin sparkling in the night's light,
it's glittering being made her more beautiful than any
woman he had ever seen.

The wind stood still as she gazed into his eyes.
Their affection was heard.
Their desire was palpable.

But still they lay, head side to side.
white cushion beneath their necks.
The sea's scent cascading before them.

And now his hand.
Placed on her cheek.
They understood that this moment could not be what they desired it to be.

And so they pull.
Their backs UP and create a space
between themselves.
Their retraction from one another served as
a proclamation of their love.

So now they sit.
Demerara skin and all.
One hand clutched, they gaze into each others eyes
content that they would be all that, until they became.
All that.