October [Part II]

 The wind was warm that day.  The sky was as beautiful and clear as ocean water--perfectly blue.  We rode with the windows down to a place he wanted to show me. Turn after turn we ventured further and further away from main roads.  The wind blew through my hair tousling it back and forth. We laughed and talked about the art festival we had just left, the necklace he bought me, and the dinner with strangers who were more like friends.  
 We pulled up in a grassy field with only one other vehicle there. We started down a trail surrounded with trees that brought on cool and darkened shade. Twisting and winding the path drew further into the woods.  "Do you see it?", he asked and he pointed straight ahead.  "See what?", I asked full of curiosity.  "The frog.", he said with a smile on his face. Then I saw it.  It was huge.  A giant frog leaping from the ground, cold and metal, weaved and welded together as art.  It towered above me. 
We walked side by side not saying a word, but continually smiling. I managed to get in front of him and before I knew it I had grew over six foot.  As he walked, he was carrying me on his shoulders down the wooden path that led over the swamps.  Silhouettes of trees jutted up from the still waters, as soft sounds of leaves rustling drifted past our ears.  We laughed and shared stories and journeyed down this winding path.  When we reached the end of our path it turned back, but we decided to take in the moment.  
He put me down on a bench and he sat down behind and above me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and his fingers traced back and forth on my chest, "What would you do if a tiger came up and you were the only one that could see it?" he said.  I laughed. The random and silly thoughts that poured from his mouth made him beautiful to me because I knew that he was much deeper than random.  
He pushed the hair from my neck and lightly touched it with his fingertips; a soft kiss followed and then another.  His passion was unlike anything. So soft and powerful---captivating.  His hands traced my arms and breasts. They traveled down my stomach and up my sides and around again like they were on a set path---I lost myself to him.  
We sat there that afternoon and took one another in.  That October day time stopped for us to take in the world with each other---to remember colors and feelings, laughter and joy, and to make beautiful memories we'll never forget...