shadows

It is still raining, albeit a warm rain, our shelter allows for a fire, and a cover to keep the rain off. All are asleep around us, the fire glowing and chasing the bugs, the sweet smell swirling around us as the smoke curls up and then drifts out from under the canvas. We sit side by side, comfortable with each other, sharing the feel of our bodies touching, watching the flames, feeling the touch on our skin, each of us slowly softly removing the few clothes we have on so that we side naked looking at the fire, our skin touching, soft and warm and inviting. Knowing we are naughty and feeling at peace with the world. No one else around to interfere, to push, to judge, just enjoying being together, anticipating when we crawl inside our tent, to know what we will do, naked together, the fire outside casting shadows, the soft touches, the hard strokes, the quiet moans, the nibbles, casting shadows but no one sees. To slip gently into sleep beside each other, holding, touching, protecting and sharing. Knowing we will wake tomorrow and be together.