Rose Petals and Mint

Delicate pecks. Smile. Giggle. Silence, take a breath. She brushes colors across his lips. Wet and warm. Tastes like mint. Fiddle fingers across ink and paper. Thoughts are washed aside. Breaths mingled, hands encircling, fingers running down the spine. Pause he said. Shudders and quivers and chills and thrills. Look each other in the eyes. Ablaze, like summer nights. Silence, take a breath. Spread apart the folds of the muffler. Ready?

Painting and stroking to the core. The tic. The toc. The very moment. Visions turn grey, that momentary flame. The jolt, the surge. It’s captivity and vulnerability. He runs his fingers through her hair. He catches a whiff. Rose petals. The touches are poisoning sanity. Daze. Befuddled. Amidst the pulsating heat. He holds his breath for a moment while he pictures it. Panting and holding close in sweat. Fed ’til being starved was a memory long forgotten. Brushing her hair aside, he held her tight. Trails of soft kisses. She shows her sweetest smile.

Euphony he says. She kisses goodnight and fell asleep.
The air still filled with rose petals and mint.