I see her outlined clearly as the bedside lamp casts her shadow against the wall. A simple Silhouette that captures her stark beauty, and yet reveals a sense of sadness, a hidden lie.
I notice the curve of her stomach as she leans forward to extinguish the light, and my last memory is of the arch of her back and the smoothness of her shoulders as the light fades.
Now my other senses take over and I capture the faint smell of her perfume as her body stirs next to mine. I reach forward and run my hands over her slender shoulders, tracing my forefinger down her spine until I reach her waist. Then… with slow movements I run my hands around her waist, and then down further until I feel the silky smoothness of her thigh.
Then I bend over and let my tongue meander its way down her legs, around her knees until I feel the slight rise of her ankles. I feel her tense as I continue down her foot and taste her saltiness as her toes curl in anticipation. I rise once more and lying together again I encircle my arms around her, feeling her warmth, becoming one. No words are spoken, for to do so would break the spell we have created, bringing back a sense of reality where none should exist. I feel her hands moving now, in much the same way as mine, reaching, exploring almost searching for something she may have missed before, not content until she is sure I have experienced everything as she has.
She relaxes now, but this time we reach greedily for each other, our movements jerky and uncontrolled, our exploration more thorough, our touches rougher and our breaths sharper until ultimately we tense and relax…. And sleep.
And later, when the night is through we let the dawn wash over our bodies and cleanse our skin and awaken to another day.