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The love of two people and thier loyalty gained in time. |
Hazel eyes, danced with the flicker of candles. Blue eyes, raked down her feminine form. So near, she could taste his spicy masculine scent. Too far away, his hands burned to feel her soft flesh. Red curls, lightly bounced across her naked shoulders. Dark brown strands, laced between her webbed fingers. She pulled him closure to her, with hooded eyes and parted soft lips. Promising, sweet splendor for him alone to taste. Just a soft brush, as their lips met and inhaled deeply. Tasting, their unique warm flavor and the heated stir of emotions. His calloused hands, grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her back, for more. Just one more kiss, one more taste and we part again. They lay down, with sleepy heads and they sit silent watching each other, openly sharing. A smile, with feather light caresses and they whisper too each other, "Good night. I love you." When their eyes open, time has flown by too quickly. Days turned to weeks and months formed into years. So much opportunity, has slipped unnoticed to the pages reflecting their past. Their future is limited and the present is cherished, for one more day. Their bodies have wrinkled and their hair is gray. Both lover's health is rapidly fading. One more day and another good night. That is what they relish and share before time finds an end. Tick-tock the clock pounds out each second and their hearts are full of cheer. Right now, they sit quietly watching each other and neither one see's an aging body. Instead, he see's her soft curls and dark hazel eye's. That shine when she looks at only him. She see's, the outline of his muscular body and his deep ocean eyes, looking for her. Their hearts flutter and he kisses the top of her hand. Thankful that they have one another. The clock stops, time has stopped. There is no more tommorrow , after today. The single last second, they watched each other and her warmth passed away before his eyes. He watches and waits. The clock still continues for him. Her limp hand, rests in his own. He kisses her cheek with a feather light kiss and whispers quietly,"Good night. I love you." |