Stargazing

He was already lost in her eyes. Entering her almost an afterthought. Watching her face, mouth open, waiting for a kiss.

A kiss, a sigh, still watching. Noticing the sweep of her eyebrows.

Tenderly pushing away a strand of hair from her face.

Their bodies writhing, clutching at each other, struggling for purchase, still he was focused on her eyes.


Blue, fading to grey, as dilated in the low light as she was contracted around him lower down.

Opposites in aperture, equals in intensity.

Breath quickening, pulses rising, a flash in her eye, and release.

He blinked.