thoughts on an august night

It’s a beautiful, clear night, stars out and shooting stars flashing across the sky. It’s early yet, so not that many but later tonight many more are expected to fall. Sunny days and cooler nights allowing sitting outside, watching the sunset and breathing in the air, a hint of autumn to come. Snuggle weather, thoughts of fires and holding each other, looking into the flames, feeling the warmth, and the coolness behind, each wondering, is it time to go inside or shall we sit out longer, let the fire die and just touch each other, feeling the comfort of the other there. No one near, the occasional sound of a loon over the lake, hands touching, starting to slide over warmth flesh, seeking nipples, to tease and caress. A neck left open for a mouth, for lips and teeth to take. The sweet taste of smoke scented flesh, the feel of a pulse under lips, the  tensing of the muscles, the letting go. The peace of being together, no pressures, no stresses, no fears, no worries. Safe together, knowing we each , in our own way, protect the other and are there when crises arise, able to share, the little things, someone who can listen, who cares, who does not judge, and can hold and warm. Not often you find someone like that, and someone you never want to lose.