I remember the room being a tent of blackness. Only the soft glow of the television provided us with any sort of illumination.
Both of us gaze into the eyes of one another. Yours, a glowing chestnut brown, like the bark on a freshly grown oak, swaying and hugging the gentle breeze of the neighboring wind. Mine, a blue ocean filled with a touch of grey, glistening with beauty against the night’s cool sky. Together we capture the essence of each other’s soul, binding the ocean with the trees. This movement connects our minds and bodies in a way that seems impeccable.
As the gaze continues, so does our hold, gentle and electric; skin against skin. Your lips slowly move, causing words to dance free. “I love you,” slips loose, bringing nothing short of a smile from me.
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