Dainty Ignorance,

he thought,

looking at her through the corner of his eyes.

 

 

Bliss,

she thought.

Stepping tentatively on a sea of clouds.

The cool breeze pulling and whipping her hair around.

 

A white quilt.

Marshmallow tidbits.

Mozart.

Huge mugs of

creamy

steaming

coffee.

 

 

He doused his head

in the gleaming water

feeling sublime

and

liberated.

 

 

She sneaked a peek

at his fingers,

smiling inwardly.

 

 

Billowing curtains.

A lingering scent of the wilderness.

Rustling leaves.

Persisting tranquility.

 

 

Time slipped through

their fingers,

Hours and minutes alike.

Eons akin to seconds.

 

 

They sighed contedly

A sappy smile on their faces.

Words meaningless.

 

 

They were strangers

to eachother.

In a familiar place.

Drifting away into oblivion

with hands laced.

 

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Oh, and that has absolutely nothing to do with post-sex.:)