You are moving slow and I am still.

Close, our thighs touch. Butterflies start dancing in my belly as I feel the heat rise off of you.

Like a force field, the heat envelopes us and blocks out the cold of Winter.

I take your hand in the silence between us.

Then you whisper,

I find you irresistible.

Knowing that is part of the problem but also the solution, I lean in and whisper back,

Soften into me.

You sigh out your breath, low and quietly.

Your hand opens wide, then closes again, around mine. Sealing our palms together, fingers interlaced in prayer form.

The air shifts as all the butterflies are released from my belly, flying around inside our force field.

Given over to love, you soften, lean in, and kiss me.