The Treehouse of the Cove

Enjoying the salad and steak and finishing the glass of wine and pouring another.

To a wonderful new year love.
 
After a time I look down and realized all the food has vanished from our plates and lean back into my chair and raise my wineglass.

To making 2021 a better year than this one.
 
Amen to to that.

Raised glass and a smile.

Dance with me.
 
I thought you'd never ask.

I chuckle as I rise from the table.

This time you choose the song, okay.
 
I like the song choice, beautiful.

I come up to you and take your in my arms and start to sway to the opening strings of the music.
 
Curling into the embrace as we sway. Letting the peace and serenity and music fill the moment. Softly kissing your cheek.
 
We dance in a slow circle out on the balcony under the stars.

I chuckle as I feel your lips kiss onto my cheek. My hand raises and sifts through your hair holding you close as we dance together.
 
Curled close twirling and dancing with the music. Arms hugging you close eyes closed sealing every sensation sound and smell to memory.
 
My hand moved to your chin lifting it so I place my lips to yours in a brief but warm kiss as the song ends.
 
Soft kiss as music fades eyes open to stare into yours.
 
I stroke your cheek tenderly. I stare into your eyes. We stand there just lost in eachother for a long moment.
 
Perfection in a moment lost in each others eyes happy together just the two of us.
 
Yeah... we could dance another song...

Staring into your eyes perfectly happy.
 
Or alternatively we could just sit on the balcony and enjoy the sounds of the jungle surrounding us? It's your call, beautiful.
 
Snuggle up on that massive chaise and enjoy the night...

A soft kiss.

I like that idea better.
 
Yeah, I thought you might.

I give you another kiss before taking you into my arms and carrying you over to the chaise in question like a groom carrying his bride to their marital bed on their honeymoon.
 
Snuggles into your arms as you carry me. A soft kiss to your brow as arms drape around your shoulders.
 
I sit down onto the chaise with you carefully set across my lap. We stare up into the beauty of the cove's night sky.

Beautiful.

One look shows I'm not looking up at the stars any longer. Instead my eyes are on you.
 
Looking into your eyes with a smile.

Yes you are...Beautiful my love

((Raincheck or keep writing))
 
No, we...the two of us together are beautiful.

((Raincheck for tomorrow))
 
Resting my head against your shoulder and smiling at the feel of you holding me again.
 
My hands idly brush over you. Through the fabric of your clothes they caress you arms and back, thigh and buttock. Not aggressively. I'm not trying to rush this. No, it's just that I can't have you in my arms without my hands touching you. It's one of those fundamental rules of the universe. Sky is blue, gravity pulls us down, water is wet, my hands must touch you.
 
Soft caressing as our hands know what they need. To couch each other close and warm and loved. Fingertips dancing over your chest and arms lost in your eyes
 
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