to touch, to see

 Her eyes are almost completely black in the near darkness. All but a single light are off because of her shyness and insecurity, but she doesn't realize that my eyesight in the dark is excellent. I can see her, the slight smile on her lips, the curve of her cheek, the shape of her breasts, the lines of her body and swell of her hips. I see it all as plain as day, and even if I could not I would know it. I know every inch of her beautiful body. I could be in utter darkness, and still know her face. Cut off my hands, and I would still feel the silk that is her skin.

 We come together, our arms around each other lightly, tentatively. We kiss, as we always have, softly at first. We tease and tempt each other with our lips, our hands moving over our bare skin holding each other close as we caress all the most sensitive parts of our bodies. As our kisses gain strength and fire, our hands become more bold. We move our way to the bed as our timidness gives way to passion...