I can feel the gentle breeze of the fan sweep over me from side to side. I can hear its distant clicking in the back of my mind but all else seems to not exist. All else but you of course, you my beautiful perfect lover. You are lying on the bed, cushioned by lace and soft fabrics that curl around you in a solemn embrace. Your eyes are shut and your face seems pale as the moon, lacking in warmth and comfort. I feel the instant need to cherish you and protect you and so approach the bed where you lie. I gently sit by you and allow my fingers to gently caress your soft face, playing with your lovely blond hair, brushing your soft brown eyelids with a touch. I hear the noise of laughter and sunshine and realise that it is our first anniversary that I am remembering. We had decided upon a picnic in the forest and had laughed and loved like never before. The sun had shone magnificently through your hair making it sparkle like the small patches of sky visible through the thick trees.
As we drank and ate I felt increasingly aware of your presence, your aura. I felt attracted towards you and wanted only to feel your wonderful hands and breath over my face. And so, we embraced and life was perfect. The feel of your tongue gently tasting my own and the feel of your hands gliding round my chest took me to an abstract plane where all was love and all was right. Sitting on the bed beside you, I remember how we had made love that day, alone in the trees. You had carefully pushed me on my back and had gently removed my clinging garments staring at wonder at my poised manhood and lovingly taking it in your mouth. The sensations that I felt that day will stay with me forever and the sight of your luscious wonderful body poised over me before succulently sinking down and down until we were one shall never leave my mind.
