The Lake

I laid beside her, drew my breath slowly to take it in - the soft smell of her fine skin, her dark long hair. She turned to kiss me and I met her tender lips. I put my arm around her and pulled her close, burying my face in her hair drawing her closer. Rubbing my leg against hers, I remember how smooth they were, and how soft the bottoms of her feet were against the tops of mine. Nothing spoken. The sun filtered in through the window, from across the lake, languid late afternoon sunshine. Time stopped, two people shared a moment, both tired but aware, excited but relaxed.