After the events in the forest, we headed to my home. Hands locked together as we walked. A perfect moment.
When we arrived, I sat him on the couch and made something to eat. I made his favorite. Strange enough.. I knew how to make it.
'Oh well,' I played it off. After all this whole day had been strange.
As I cooked, my lips hummed a tune - one of happiness. Joy. These were over whelming. Pleasant sensations.. sweet sensations. Feelings I've hardly ever felt. Ones of scarceness.
A pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Lips made contact with my shoulder. Soft kisses were planted from mid shoulder up my neck to my own lips. The feeling of his lips on mine felt so right. Everything in this moment was perfect serenity. He laid one hand flatly on my stomach. The other was placed firmly on my pant line.
Unfortunately, everything comes to an end. His lips were pulled from mine. He smiles sweetly.
"Your the true goddess of beauty. A rose that never withers of its brightness. The moon that brightens the darkest places," he whispered. His sweet nothings were music. A melody at play.
The only response I could give was a sweet smile. My breath and been stolen by a true artist. A lover in the purest form.
A/n I eventually have to end this.. But I don't know how really... Any suggestions?
