I awaited in the darkness. The branch above nestled me with its shade, and thereafter swallowed me into its pitch black embrace. The only thing that saved me . . . was her. 

Her smile, wide and heartwarming. Her voice, mellifluous. I regarded her with pride. 

The unique faces and clamor amongst the crowd could not uproot my fixation upon her. She had all of my attention. All I wanted was her. 

I held her hand. It was so natural, so fluid, and so perfect. 

We returned to the shade, and lust broke loose.

Passion drifted in the air. My hormones pulsated. 

Our lips exchanged our affection for one another; it was our language.

Her hips rocked back and forth, slowly but euphorically. My inhibitions gave way. 

She laid herself onto my chest, and I retreated to reality to observe this remarkable creation. 

Soft, chestnut hair; long Italian nose; dark eyes seeking love and affection; and an illuminating smile. But most importantly, a heart and a soul ready for salvation. 

Never had I thought that I would find myself in such plight. The darkness shrouded our mischief. It was a delightful sin. 

Her fingers traced striations upon my muscles. My nerves fired rapidly. I wanted this to continue eternally. 

We departed with our lips. A night of love, clandestine emotions, and truth formulated into a night that I will remember. 

Always, and forever.