Who knows when desire germinates? It stealthy enters through all the pores to reach a receptive heart. Mutual feelings forge an electric connection, uniting both to respond in wordless agreement. Home is not without, but rediscovering the evergreen moment; deliciously resting, turned on together in the heady fragrance of a partaken now. Feeling as if no Christmases, Thanksgivings, or Halloweens existed before theirs - with everything filtered through the prismatic lens of their unfolding bliss... Playing, dancing, teasing, and necking mistletoe overhead then, lying side by side beneath the lit tree - breathless from the innocent laughter of lovemaking.
With Pine Needles in Their Hair