Pressed into the grass, your weight on top of me, brow furrowed as you look down at me with those honey brown eyes. Your words in my ear, lips on mine, and then you are inside of me and nothing else matters but you. Your strong arms wrapped around me, your hand pulling my hair down towards the earth, exposing my face to you so that you can watch my expressions as you please me. Pinned, at your mercy while so safe... covered in your sweat, your gaze, your kiss. I watch your face while you are inside of me, your enthusiasm intoxicating, causing me to fall over that edge with you. Laying on me, your weight invoking comfort, and I am covered in you.

The cobblestone path is uneven, patched over time with mismatched stone. On my way to you, the sound of my shoes hushed with my careful steps. You belong to another. As do I. Arranged marriages, which made sense at one time, now serve as stale and passionless pairings. Your shadow by the home you share with her makes my heart speed up. I step closer and your eyes shine in the street light, your smile is calm and reassuring. We hug and breathe each other in. Life is loaded into the carriage. Our chestnut horse grazing lazily in the early dawn fog. Your hand lifts my chin, your eyes meet mine. Eyes I can lose myself in, honey brown and warm, kind. No one has ever looked at me like you do. You motion with your chin, smiling... leading us to our carriage. Our new life awaits. A wooded lot with a warm wooden home stands furnished and ready for us. We ride away and neither of us look back.