The gentle breeze soothes through the open balcony window and onto our naked bodies, with the sun softly dawning through the voile curtains. I wake to your kiss and fresh body caressing mine. The day has begun with my heart alive to your beauty and awaits the passion to be shared with you in the new day yearning to see our love. Breakfast decides to be eaten in bed as the breakfast table is just too dull a place for us to have fun while guessing to each other how we will choose for the day to unfold, but I whisper to her with a soft smile, “as long as the day unfolds with you in my arms, my love is content”. I’ve never seen a slice of toast eaten in such a delicate and loveable way – it’s the small things adored that mean the most. We bathe each other and dress each other; I watch her as she plays with her make up; she then offers to do mine for me; the cheek, the laugh, the kiss, the love. Now out in the midst of the day, her illustrious figure gives appeal to the white floral dress waving on her body as we hold hands along the pathway in the tranquil park. She runs to a spot on the grass and playfully falls down; me following behind, I fall on to her - my lips catch her lips as I do. We roll around for the grass to envy her dress and the sky to catch a glimpse of the joy that the day is giving her. Each kiss to which I give another, each word to which I speak one more. We lay like two angels in the sky, hands still held, pondering to ourselves – which to myself would be what the future holds – I find it holds the moment I look to my right to allow the edge of my lips to pass on to her “I love you” – a kiss given for each word. We dine the end of the day in a romantic restaurant, a candlelit table, famished and awaiting each others desired cuisine. I can’t help but compliment her on the red rose coloured dress she has worn. Her hair flows sexily to the left of her neck leaving her neckline almost naked to the observing eye. A woman likes to be kissed on the neck; it’s one of those places on a woman’s body, but have you ever wondered what it’s like for a man when he kisses a woman there - "who cares" you might say in a seduced tone. A man can breathe in her scent as if it were her whole life; he can taste the tenderness of her body and he can feel the path to which he would leave a trail of kisses from her neck, along to her inner shoulder and through to the rest of her sumptuous body. Seated there her eyes have already seen my eyes gazing, and barely had we begun dining. It had been raining that night so we caught a taxi home but stopped a corner before our intended stop. We ran the rest of the way in the rain covering ourselves with what little that we could. Embarking on up the stairs to our apartment we couldn’t but help share a kiss on each step until we reached our door. It hadn’t taken us long to fall out of our clothes and into each others arms, our naked bodies caressing like the dawn that same day, but such was our trend when living life, when living in love. This time it was in front of the charmed fire. A rug on the floor and a sheet for cover. “I love that I love you” I softly say to her; “I love that you love me” she softly says back. We fall asleep to the warmth of the fire and the trickles of rain tapping on the window.