Lucrecia's Legacy

A Secret Moment

The Autumn night was crisp and cold.
All of the shadows seemed strangely welcoming.
Your emerald eyes were aglow with some inner flame that showed you to be bold.
Yet this mattered not to me as your lips, always on the verge of smiling, parted, beckoning.
Your length of shimmering raven hair fell to your waist, stirring only occasionally as the bitter
October wind lifted it in the air.
It seemed to me that your pale skin caught and held the silver out of the moonlight.
You were so alive in that moment, so desirable that I could almost dare.
However, my courage failed me in the face of such a glorious sight.
Even as I tried to hide it, you knew, and it never concerned you.
I was surprised when you threw your arms around me and gave me a slight kiss, your lips finally giving in to that almost smile.
Your eyes glimmered with unshed tears, yet your voice was filled with happiness as you laughed, alighting my heart anew.
I could feel your soft body pressing against me, making my throat clog with what felt like a leaf pile.
Your hands were so cold as they slid under my shirt and you held me.
You gave a slight start as I did the same to you, making me chuckle a little.
Your skin was so warm to my icy hands, even the metal clasps on your bra held some heat as I pulled them free.
You pushed yourself further against me, as though you could crawl into me, or to soak in our combined heat in this freezing air that is so brittle.
I kissed one of your cold ears, then the back of your neck, you shivered and groaned desperately into my chest.
I brought my still cold hands around and cupped your heavy breasts.
You sucked in a quick breath, then pulled away from me, shaking your finger at me, saying without words that I had had my chance, now I could just lay it to rest.
I took hold of your hips and pulled you back, you came, laughing and slapping my hands, saying something about my being one of your more persistent guests.
I kissed your cold lips, feeling you respond to me, then you pulled away again, giving me a sweet smile and wished me good night, sweet dreams and a promise of what tomorrow night may bring.
I took hold of one of your hands before you could slip away and raised it to my lips and kissed it.
You smiled, delighted, and touched my face lovingly. My numb skin could barely feel even the cold metal of your small, silver ring.
Then you were gone, seeming not to really move, as more to flit.