Wicked Forest (DeBeers 2)

Special moments like this were as rare as

precious jewels, I thought, So much of our lives were

spent on one level, coping, attending to the mundane,

the ordinary details and chores. Days, weeks, even

months could pass before something so wonderful and

true, something so memorable and unique would happen to us. Some

memories did sparkle like diamonds in the darkness, restoring our hopes and dreams, but mostly telling us we were capable of love

and being loved.

I turned and we kissed.

Passion rose in waves mimicking the sea,

undulating up my legs, climbing with every touch,

with every breath we took. He swept his arm under

me and scooped me up, gently placing me on the bed.

He gazed down at me so intently, my heart began to

pound like a Caribbean steel drum. I reached up for

him and he knelt beside the bed and slowly began to

undress me, first removing my shoes, then unzipping

the back of my dress and peeling it away. He took off

my panty hose, then undid my bra and lowered my

panties. Bare naked and spread before him. I felt my

heart skip beats, my breathing grow so fast and

furious I had to close my eyes to keep the room from

spinning.

I expected him to be beside me in moments,

naked and loving. but when I opened my eyes, he was

still gazing down at me and he was still dressed. "Thatcher," I moaned. "What are you doing?" "I want to capture the vision of you forever and

ever, just like this, delicious, waiting."

"That's unfair," I complained, and he laughed. To continue the exquisite torment, he brought

his lips to mine, but kept his hands away. I could feel

every part of me tingling with anticipation, crying out