He remembers a soft bed, and a beautiful woman. She is full of nerves and fear, and yet there are precious moments where she lets go, and accepts his soft touch; his arms around her; his lips on hers. Moments when laughter escapes her lips, or when a smile is found to form of its own accord.
Sitting behind her, his lips nuzzle her extraordinary hair, and the fragrance of coconut takes him to a new place. He is no longer in bed. His World is made of the body around which his arms are wrapped; the scent that drifts to him in the still air; and the warmth of her on his lips and nose. His softest motion against her hair brings him utter joy and peace. For this moment, this is entire World, and he is ecstatic.
Small kisses flow throughout the night, like little sparkles of affection. They are peaceful and nonthreatening. They are a simple connection; brief hints of potential friendship and passion. They are a rare touch between people, and they will never be forgotten.
