'It was the kind of moment a photograph could never do justice'
I could feel his heavy breath on neck, curving across my naked shoulder. His firm hands gentle across my stomach. Skin on skin. It was perfect. His words where soft in my ear, weaving through my tasseled hair, but stil hearing them so clearly.
"I love you."
A sigh escaped my lungs like I had been holding my breath through our hour of passion, waiting for those words.
His sold frame protecting my vulnrability from the cold. The heightened sexual atmosphere still lingered, but it was slowly being replaced by one of complete love and calm.
It was the kind of moment a photograph could never do justice, but you would do anything to preserve it from being lost.