The stars begin to fade as the sun begins to crest the horizon. The crisp morning air
chills your skin butthe heat of his body warms your
spirit as you sit on the hillside over looking a large field. The scent ofjasmine, lilac and english lavender fills the air, the flowers driftingback and forth as
a light breeze floatsacross the valley. You lean back against him your back to his chest, his strong arms around you, the touchof his lips along your neck. The sun continues to rise over the trees,
the valley coming to life, the birdsfilling the air with music to start the day. You shift and turn your head to him staring into his eyes. The softtouch of his fingers works up and down your arm
sending tiny electrical shocks through your flesh. Yourhand rises to caress his face and slowly pull him to you. Although your eyes close, images of him are freshin your memory as your lips
tenderly touch. A strong arm pulls you even closer as your lips part and yourtongues seek out each other. The world below you disappears from memory, time standing still as you letyour kiss linger,
the taste of each other the only thing that's important. His tongue swirls around yours,yours around his, sharing each others souls. You pull away slowly, eyes opening, the site of each
otherbrighter then the sun now risen into the sky. You lean back against him again, the valley coming to lifebelow your early morning kiss.
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