They fell over on the grass, one on top, one underneath. They stopped there for a while, staring deeply into each others deep liquid lovers eyes. The moment seemed forever then they leaned slightly closer together and gently kissed.

The person underneath suddenly giggled and pushed the other off, running off into the night, a faint trail of laughing hanging in the air.

The other fell over backwards and laughed before rushing off on the still warm trail calling the name of the beloved into the still air.

They found a tree, a huge old tree. It sat quietly in a clearing its bark scratched by many years of lovers, 'honey is great', 'witches for me!' marks on its skin. The tree hung wisely over the lovers sheltering them in its still branches.

They hugged, their hands wrapping around each other holding together tightly, feeling as one. They kissed! They kissed for ages, swaying back and forth, hands caressing and grasping at each other bodies. Feeling the warmth, feeling the passion.

They lay down under the tree, cuddling each other close, stared up into the leaves watching the slivers of white light play through the canopy. It was perfect, so still. They just lay there, their warmth joining them at the arms, their heads close together their breathing in each other ears.

They turned and smiled at each other, a soft smile, a lovers smile. They gently kissed, slowly growing more passionate. Hands felt for catches and loops as their clothes slowly pealed off, revealing their skin and their desire for each other.

Mouths ran and tongues licked, places were rubbed, places were caressed. Their joy in each other bodies apparent for the world to see (even if only the tree was looking). They joined together, their union was full of stars the white light reflecting of the sweat and the passion of their embrace.

For several hours they caress and nibbled, or lay naked looking at the stars. Giggling softly, at peace, in love.

© David Bennett, 1998.