Love Scenes: Part 2

      A small, wispy breathe escapes my lips. Looking up, it seems to cut through the crisp, chilled air and join the clouds, in the pale blue sky. As the grass tickles the back of my ear, I feel a warm, approaching presence. Leaves crunch beneath their steps. They cup their hand to the form of my face, and I close my eyes and take in the loving feeling of the simple touch.
"Shall I come down there, or are you going to come inside with me?"
      Slowly, I maneuver my elbows, to push myself upright. Such a change it is, from my previous, monochromatic view. Hues of golden wheat fields behind dark green grass enter my eyes, yet they seem to be dulled down, by some pearl grey, autumn filter. I let my arms give out and drop me back to my warm bit of earth. A devious grin spouts from my lips.
      He lays himself down in the grass, and I turn to face him.
"Only you would let me get away with such nonsense."
      His firm lips press against mine. I slide my hand to his neck, behind his jaw line, and he slides his hand into the dip between my hips and my ribs. It seems I can't stop kissing him. I don't want to wake up from this beautiful dream. I never want to eat or sleep or pay the bills or work or even think anything other than him again. Sadly, these moments always become memories, later.