Its there we sit, sometimes pondering the universe; but I think it is his lips on that that invade my thought processes.
And in my musings, we are pushed to the side in favor of other sorts of explorations.
They’re not mindless strings of carnal activities. Planning our weekends, but not always.
Tonight with the moon full in setting and with our little creatures flitting around the edges of our vision, we decide to just exist.
My head on his shoulder. Your fingers tangled up in my hair. Whispers and kisses in the half-light.
It’s almost 3:00 AM; the dawn will be breaking soon; and not worrying about what colours will paint the day.