She felt the flowers on her legs like little velvet bells, chiming as the wind brushed against her bare shoulders.
His arms were warm, warmer than the summer air in the meadow.
Her dress was draped about her slender body, his robe pressed up against the garment, their bodies meeting.
His hands were soft, they grazed her face with graceful elegance.
Their love could be sensed from all across the field.
It was stronger than any flowery scent, or sunny light.
Her eyes were closed, yet she could see him.
His lips whispered against her soft flesh, her toes bending.
He never got near her lips, her cheek was enough.
She didn't move, and let the world end around her.
Oh wow--that last line is so romantic!!! I also like the line: "Her eyes were closed, yet she could see him." Lovely...
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