Sunlight
By Eris Vs. Eros
A Poor Porn Production
June 24, 2004
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved.

“She wore lemon” - Lemon

She came in with a flower dress.  It flisped in the soft wind that blew through the doorway behind her.  He could see the sunlight pass her by sending little rays into the room, and sparkling his eyes.  He was blinded partly, but content.

Moving softly, her feminine charms were not lost on him.  She had brown eyes and a glow of a smile that the sun could only attempt to achieve.  And as she approached him, it was hard to tell where the sunlight ended and she began.  She was the sweetness of the sun warming you on an otherwise cold day.

Beauty is something that is lost on many people.  They run after illusions of slenderness, proportions, and yuppieism.  Beauty was not lost on her.  She had come into her being, she knew who she was.  And the man on the couch knew who she was.  He knew the warmth of her skin, the song in her sparks of joy, the comfort of laying his head on her breast.  He knew the greatness of just holding her, of cuddling, of having her lay her head on him.   Yes, how could he not shine as a reflection when she was around?

Time could pass, it easily does.  But that moment of seeing her, that lasts forever in history.  Love touched them.   I guess love touches all, we just don’t always know it.  The man was lucky to know it now.  That flisp of a dress, that was now on the floor, and the warmth of their bodies, that was now on the couch, and the glow of their sex, and the joys of their outbursts of pleasure.  These meant something.  Even in the coldest of hearts, they would be recognized as truth.