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     He whisked me away into the night.  His long brown hair with subtle blonde highlights surrounded my face, feeling so soft against my skin.  His lips traveled from my neck to my pursed lips, kissing deeply and passionately.  Every time he pulled back for air, he’d run his hand through my auburn hair and proclaim that he loved me.  I’d whisper his name among the songs of the crickets and the night owls upon the soft wind of the open bedroom window.  His brown eyes interlocked with my ocean blues, and we stared--- painting a masterpiece in our minds of what we wanted to come of this special night.  Words ceased, kisses were at a standstill.  Just the staring of our two souls --- deeply into one another’s was our only light.  Was this the night?



     He lay me gently upon his bed.  The sheets surrounded our unclothed bodies… His hands traveled over my soft skin; my nails upon his sturdy back… My fleeting fingertips caressed his gentle face.  The warmth our bodies created just lying in that moment was incredible.  Our fingers interlocked, and we moaned in unison as we felt the longing, and the passion on one another’s tongues.



     Gently and passionately, he slid himself inside of me.  I gasped and never ceased to stare into his soul through his deep brown eyes.  Such a connection, I felt.  This feeling of eternal togetherness filled my soul like the floodgates to heaven had been unleashed into this very virgin flesh.  Although he had made love to me before, this time was different.  With one hand upon the backboard of the bed, I ran a hand upon his faint yet intriguing muscles.



     “I love you,” I spoke in breathy whispers, looking back into his gaze.



     “You know I love you too, sweetheart.”  He said, moving in syncopation with me.



     Planting sweet kisses upon my parted lips, my heart began to race even more.  I could feel his muscular arms bring me closer to him as he wrapped them around my back.



     With each gentle, deep thrust, his breath increased.  Breaking the silence of the night, he asked me, with sweet sweat running down his back, “Will you be my wife, someday?”



     “Yes, sweetheart, you know I will.”  I respond, smiling with the intensity of a thousand lovers.  I moaned through closed lips, arching my back beneath his hold upon me.



     A feeling as if a thousand butterflies were dancing throughout my veins in every crevice of my body seized me.  A chill traveled clear through my soul.  And the intensity of our souls intermingling, dancing together closer than ever before within our bodies, grew even closer.  The height was near.



     “Baby, I love you.”  He said, with a sense of buildup in his voice.  His rhythm grew faster, more intense, while retaining the romanticism.



     “Oh, sweetheart, I love you too!”  I exclaimed, drawing his body nearer to mine.  He drew in short, quick breaths as I felt his body start to lose control in the ecstasy.  He placed a hand upon my face and looked straight into my eyes.  The release was beautiful… At the height of the moment, he gasped, and I felt our souls fully become one.



     I ran my hands upon his skin once more, admiring the way he slid himself in and out of me--- gently, smoothly, perfectly---until the slow downfall of rhythm.  I felt his chest rise and fall as he lay upon me.  I stroked his hair with my fingers, repeating choruses of “I love you” over and over.  He answered my calls with, “I love you, too.” Two perfect lovers resting and cuddling after the storm, were we.  And I looked in his eyes as he looked up at me, his chin resting softly upon my upper chest.  I knew what he felt…  He wasn’t afraid of what was to come of this… He knew, I could tell that day in his eyes…