Passion and Peace

by Gine

In the last hour, while they were enjoying some fine red wine,

all he had done was watch her.

Her eyes were closed, her head rested comfortably against his shoulder,

while she inhaled the rich aroma of herbs and berries.

Watching her smooth lips kiss the cool rim of her glass,

made him relive the sparkling electricity of earlier hot kisses.

Her eyes opened, an instinctive reaction to the intimate touch of her lover’s eyes,

revealing new facets of blue he just could drown in.

Their lips met in slow motion,

the aura around them was all:

passion and peace.

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