As the wind sifts through your hair, you cant help but feel elated. His hand snakes around your arm, his fingers closing around yours in a firm, but gentle, embrace. The warm breeze feels good, although the thought of a colder winter soon ahead lingers in the back of your mind. His hand is connected to yours, and you feel the powerful muscles in his arm, knowing how paradoxical the situation is: His strong, muscular hands attached so gently to yours. You smile as you realize how seemingly out of place the thought is, and he catches it. He smiles back at you, his teeth glistening in the noontime sun. You gaze deep into his dark brown eyes, oh, how deep they are. You think, fleetingly, that you could fall into them and never stop. You stop smiling, and he pulls you closer. His free hand wraps around your back, and he leans closer. His lips are tempting, so full and red, and there. Your eyes start to close, as if they knew the script before you did. Your head tilts back, and you anticipate his coming. It seems as if the kiss is ages in coming. Finally, you receive what you want. The kiss. His lips glance yours, and you feel the hot breath mixing in with the cooler autumn air. Vaguely, your mind wanders to the brustling trees, the whipering that you think you hear them saying: 'kiss...kiss....kisss' the words fade off as you cant help but fall into the luxurious kiss. His tongue and yours mesh, and you dont know where you end and he begins. A single leaf falls between your faces, and you break apart, giggling. He is still hoding your hand, and you can feel a warmth, though you aren't sure if it's from your heart, or his body. He begins to walk, and you fall into step. His short brown spiky hair entices you, and you run your hand through it. He smiles, and gives a short laugh, because he loves the feeling of your fingers through his hair. He leans over, and gives you a small kiss on the lips. As you aproach the lake, you see what he has done to prepare for this day. When he said that today was going to be special, you never expected this. You see a canoe, with a picnic basket and a champagne bottle submerged in an icebucket inside. "I hope you dont mind the ice being slightly melted..." he doesnt have to finish the sentence, because you cut him off with a long, passionate kiss. He envelops you with his arms, and once more, his kiss takes you away. You wish it would never end, but there is time for that later. You also don't want to spoil his efforts, and follow him down to the boat. He helps you into the bow of the boat, and with a graceful, slightly exaggerated gentlemanly gesture, he helps you in with one hand, while holding the canoe steady with the other. He skillfully climbs in, and pushes away from the dock. As he strokes, you look around the surroundings. The trees around the endge of the lake are turning a beautiful shade of auburn, gold, red, and brown. The smell in the air is one of the leaves, and is so special only because it happens once a year, and only at this time. However, you find it hard to concentrate on the foliage, because your eyes keep heading back to him. His muscles ripple beneath his shirt, and that special smile never leaves his lips. You look down, and watch the water pass underneath the boat. All you can hear is the water rushing, the paddle splashing, and the wind hissing along with your desires. You know that there is nothing to say right now, and anything said will spoil the moment. He apparently feels the same way, and he reverts his attention to the task at hand. You put your head on your hands, resting your elbows on your knees, watching him. He looks up, and smiles once more. Suddenly, he points upwards, behind you. "Oh! Look!" What you see is probably the most beautiful bird you have ever seen. It is an eagle, and its gliding motion pronounces its majestic stature. It glides back and forth, as if it was inspecting its dominion. From up above, all the subjects of this mighty lord fall under critical eye. Today, it is pleased. Everything is serene, and the sights below cause him to dip his wings, and make a show, for the benefit of the two lovers, watching and admiring from below. His swoops and swirls provide a spectacle that few have seen, and it makes the day even more special. In your heart, you know that nothing can go wrong today, that for some reason the Fates have decreed that the worries of the world do not exist. All too soon, the trip is over, and you have crossed the lake. He gets out of the boat, and offers you his hand. After you exit the boat, he lifts the basket and champagne out of the boat, and carries it up from the lake. You walk side by side, and finally you reach the top of a small hill, underneath an oak tree, its leaves still hanging, yet a bright orange in color. You see him take out the traditional checkered cloth, and lay it out. He smooths it out, then places the picnic basket off center in the cloth. He opens the basket, and pulls out a candle. Near the base of the tree, he scoops out a small amount of dirt, and places the candle in the hole. He fishes into his pocket for some matches, and lights the candle. He pulls from the basket several containers of food, and finishes the set with some silverware and silk napkins. After eating, he takes the champagne from the ice chest, and with a flair, pops the cork. It comes out with a loud "POP!" and the cork flies off into the distance. You both laugh, because the look on his face was one of surprise, and you couldn't help yourselves. He pours the champagne into two plastic champagne glasses (the ones you put together), and hands you one. "To us," he lifts his glass into the air, and then takes a sip. You repeat the toast, and sip from your glass. Suddenly, the bottom falls from your cup, and you both laugh. He reaches for the bottom, and you hand him the top, which you have since emptied, and he valiantly tries to fix the cup. He finally gives up, and casts the cup over his shoulder. He then reaches for you, which is what you would rather have anyway. Both of you collapse on the cloth, kissing. He kisses you several times, and sits back to look at you. His hands brush back the hair from your face, and he whispers "I love you." Once more, he passes through the space between you, and kisses. Your kisses become more involved, more passionate, yet not violent. They become deeper and deeper. His tongue travels down your neck, and he kisses the space right below your ear. Meanwhile, his hands are running through your hair. Your head instinctively tilts back, and you pass your fingers through his hair. Your hands run down the length of his back, spreading his shirt around his back. His shirt comes out from his jeans, and your hands fall onto his back. You continue running your fingers up and down his back, and he continues to kiss your neck. He comes back up to kiss your mouth, and he softly passes his tongue through your lips. His hands come up to your blouse, and begins to unbutton it. Your hands come from around his back, and begin to do the same. You feel his chest underneath the fabric, and you like the texture of his body through the thin material. His hands open your chest to the cool air, and the temperature makes your skin softer and more responsive. His hand rests briefly on your chest, without moving, to concentrate on kissing you before moving on. Slowly, his hands finish unbuttoning your blouse, and the sides fall away like petals to a flower. He unhooks your bra, and carefully lays the straps on either side of you. He breaks the kiss in order to look at your form, lying next to his, open, vulnerable. You dont feel the vulnerability, only the desire to have him next to you. You have finished unbuttoning his shirt, and you want to feel his skin against yours in some way. He looks at your body, hardening in the cool air, and he rubs his hand along your breasts, feeling the smooth texture beneath his fingers. You also run your hands along his chest, wishing it was next to yours. You know that that will happen in due time, but the anticipation is driving you wild. You grab the top of his jeans, hoping that he will get the hint. Your hands deftly undo the buttons, and his reach for yours. Simultaneously, both of you slide the other's clothes entirely off. Totally naked now, you press yourselves together, partly to keep warm, mostly to satisfy the desire of merging with the other. He reaches into the basket once more, and pulls out another blanket. He covers the two of you, and concentrates on you. His hands caress your face, and he begins to highlight the features of your jaw, your chin, your cheekbones. Your legs move to wrap around his waist, slowly, as if in slow motion. Then, both of you are ready. His hips drive forward, slowly, until his tip rests against you. Slowly, silently, skillfully, he finds the right spot, and begins the drive forward. Using remarkable control, his hips are the only part of his body moving. He is looking into your eyes, gazing deep into the recesses of your soul, combining both of the pleasures. As the length of him comes to its end, you take in a sharp intake of breath, trying to control whatever it is that you feel welling up inside. After a few more strokes, your breathing begins to get labored, and his matches yours. He kisses you, passionately, but gently. His hips continue to push into your deepest recesses, causing both of you to feel the pressure build and build. His hands find their way to your breasts, and he massages them in rythm with his strokes. Soon, you cannot contain yourself any longer. Your breathing becomes audible moans, and his becomes still more labored. You begin to feel the familiar pressure building and building, until it bursts inside of you like an explosion. At the same time, you feel the fruition of his work flood inside you, filling you with a satisfaction and gratification that only comes from love. A kiss, a caress, a couple.