I led her through a thick field of wild hay and flowers, running with her hand in mine. The night sky appeared abstract; full of unfathomable hues and colors. The tranquil breeze bringing life to the fields with a gentle sway. Her eyes, forest green. Her skin, silk to the touch. Her soul pure like a cold white cotton sheet the night before consummation. Growing closer with every step, our souls were becoming one. Pondering the future was futile for the present. Pounding from within my chest, a heart overflowing with emotions of an ignorant child at play. The sun lay low in the ever-expanding sky. The moon high above radiating a soft glow upon the horizon. The tempo of our journey began to slow as a clearing appeared. A picnic table sat before us topped with a red and white tile clothe. A lone candle flickering in the wind was upon the table with a peculiar rose wrapped around the base of the candle. The rose was anything but delicate. It was a robust shade of blood red and had a thick green stem with blade like thorns. I approached the rose with her hand in mine. The table was glazed in a layer of moist dirt. I lay my coat upon the bench and offered her a seat. My eyes met hers. Passion flowed through my veins. I leaned forward. My lips ever so softly graced her silk cheek. I tasted the incessant desire. Her face turned the color of the rose. That was the first moment of intimacy shared between us. My love for this woman expanded by the second. I was enamored. My soul was delighted in meeting another. While I was staring at her rosy lips a lump in my throat appeared. I sat next to her. My hand slid slowly upon hers without conscious instruction. My mouth opened but no words were spoken. I could not speak, for the radiance of her beauty silenced my tongue. I gazed into her eyes as the hours passed. The sun fell from the horizon and the candle burned away leaving us in the company of nothingness. I could not see her and she could not see me. Together we sat in nothingness. Together we sat in everything I had ever dreamed of. The beauty of pure innocence etched an infinite moment in time.