You were laying naked next me.

On your stomach.

Strands of fire falling in front of your eyes.

You were looking at me with eyes full of impossiblebeautiful things.

Your look told me that you are mine, that you trust me.

The energy flowing between our bodies made me feel like we could love each other free if we wanted to.

And not free like it costs nothing because it certainly will, but free like a mountain breeze.

I traced a path with my fingers from the back of your legs, over your perfect *** and along the ridges of ribs.

I kissed you from your ankles to the top of your head, slowly pressing my flesh into yours.

I grabbed your wrists and pulled them close to you, pushed them under your chest.

I bit your ear softly and whispered your name.

I felt you tremble.

I told your shoulder a secret that you could feel in your bones.

I slid into you slowly as you moaned my name and raised your hips.

You twisted your wrist and locked fingers.

We were covered in moonlight and tangled in each other and we made love until it was impossible to tell where I ended and you began.