Budding Love

A soft whisper of a sigh escaped her lips as he let go of her - a hand still firmly on the small of her back to hold her steady. It was like he knew she'd never been kissed that way before. Slow, yet passionate; a degree of urgency, filled with love and desire.

She held on to him, as he to her - each trying to steady the other. He looked at her in wonder. Where had she been all his life? That gentle sigh told him she felt the same way about him as he did about her. Could they be any more blessed? Any luckier? Any more in love?

She looked up at him tenderly, shyly, her lips giving away her contentment by being a bit swollen, a bit curled upwards in a smile that reached her eyes. He reached over and kissed the top of her forehead, smelling the wispy fragrance of her shampooed hair. She nestled in his arms, her cozy world protected. Cocooned in each other's love, they slipped into a gentle slumber, dreaming of holding and kissing each other.

Aah! The beauty of new love.