Despite the inequalities, the supreme indifference of the universe, the ever-present threat of Murphy’s Law, there are times when perfection is encapsulated in a mere moment, a sum of all wholes, an intricately laced set of circumstances that measure up and exceed every expectation we have.
When the night is warm and filled with the slow drone of crickets and the air is heavy and sweet with the scent of summer.
When her hair falls across her face just so and the curve of her hip fits perfectly into your hand and you swear you can smell the flower in her hair and her lips meet yours in such a way that for a moment, you’re damn sure the world can’t get any better. And so you kiss, and your hand finds the small of her back and she sighs a happy, contented sigh, and the universe resumes its course. And for those scant few seconds, it’s not about sex or love or relationships.
It’s about a kiss from a beautiful woman on a warm summer night.
It was, in retrospect, a great weekend.
M-
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You are hilarious!
Well thanks!
oh how sexy of a pic that is… i have always been weak for a great pin-up… thanks M for reminding me…
T.