Her hair. Her hair, her hair, her hair.

The rain beat down hard outside as we lay enveloping each other under a duvet, warmed not by the heat of our bodies retained by the duck down but by how we felt for each other. The pierce of her eyes as they looked not into my eyes but through my soul. My soul was transparent before her yet she stayed because her soul was transparent to me too.

Our tangible lips met and re-introduced warmth to another part of our connected bodies. The saliva lubricated this ongoing connection as our jaws chomped out deep kissed. She kissed with her eyes open because she wanted to see, to experience every second. She looked at me. She looked at my hair too, then back through my exposed translucent soul.

Masterfully closing the kiss in the full, rich manner to which I’d come to adore, to live for, she continued to stare at me, my soul, my everything that has, was and will be.

“You,” she barely whispered as she tucked my hair behind my ear. She tucked another strand. It was so slow, like she didn’t want it to end and it was possible she could only live to tuck my hair while staring through my soul.

Another tuck and she allowed her hand to continue from my ear along to the back of my neck, which she then dragged gently to pull me in for another kiss as I melted in her arms and happily ceased being my own entity.