(this was submitted by adam-i-am.  TY adam!)

 

Everything, was by touch, [he thought] as he caressed her thighs, and lifted the silk sheet from the floor. 

 

There wasn't a morning, more perfect than this one...

 

...and, everytime he thought of the evening before, his mind would find itself settling upon the softness of her hair, or the fine tilt of her neck, as he tentatively placed his lips there; grasping, both her buttocks into his hands, and holding on, just long enough for his senses to gather themselves, and her...

 

...as if by touch, only these, two bodies were born to this moment; no imperfectiblities, or truth, to get in the way of their exploring.

 

(Chance had brought them together; two lonely hearts, seemingly comfortable in each other's arms.)

 

As soon, as he had entered her, (he'd recall) she'd rolled him over, and he found himself on his back. She brought her head down, and he brushed her long hair aside and she rode his cock and he kissed her neck, her breasts:

 

each nipple, sucked upon, as she took him in...Everything, by touch; from the moment they'd merged...

 

...the bedclothes, thrown to the floor, and their nakedness, no longer shielded by silk sheets. The room was filled with light; the door to the patio, open full.

The screened, outer door, let in a cool breeze. They were sweated, heated. She moaned out, once.

 

To the hilt, like climbing a mountain, they'd thrown all caution to the wind, now.

 

Visible to the darkness, outside, they'd abandoned all inhibition; their private motives, gone. What had begun as chance, was now completely possible, and impossible, all in a heatbeat...a touch.

 

"Oh, my God, you feel so good inside me," she cried, keeping up, with the ride, oblivious to the sounds of the street, or the concussion of fireworks...

 

"You're amazing," was all he could say, in reply..giving, one ass cheek, then the other, four good smacks, as she let herself fall to his chest once more; riding him out, as her orgasm built~~

 

...the Fourth of July fireworks, filled the sky.~~

 

"Happy Birthday, baby," he said, as he gave her neck, along the back of her ear lobe, another kiss.

 

Then,

 

just because, everything about the night, was touchingly perfect, he kept himself inside her and rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs just a bit wider; and he continued to pump, feeling her feet wrap around the backs of his knees.

 

With another burst, beyond their bedroom:

 

One, two, three, and four, falling stars...and, they both came..together.

 

Now, both collasped upon each other, they began the slow process of coming back, coming down, from their shared heights.

 

She gave his bottom, a playful spank.

 

"And, Happy Anniversary to Us"

 

"Yes, my love...always.

 

~~By touch,

always~~

 

"Perfect."