Hand in hand, we walk through Saint Gallen Park. Enjoying the quiet lack of any population. Taking our time, enjoying the presence of one another. Moment by moment, step by step we go deeper and deeper into the woods. Just off the path, I noticed a downed tree. I give a nod toward the tree, you smile.
We carefully walk from the path to the tree. I quickly pull off my jacket to cover the rough bark of the tree. I feel my pulse quicken throughout my body. Together we sit side by side. I am beginning to have difficulty breathing. I try not to let it show. You are so beautiful to me. I wonder if this is where we will have our first kiss. I don’t notice any of the beauty around us. I only see your beauty and the way you are looking at me.
We talk quietly for a few minutes, but only for a few. Your lips look so delicious. I have wanted to kiss them for at least an hour. I wonder if you have been feeling the same way. Your skin looks as soft as silk. I want to touch every centimeter with my fingertips and then my tongue. Can you feel my heart beating in my hand?
I am leaning toward you and you are starting to lean toward me. Closer and closer our lips are getting. There is a volcano of feelings and emotions running wild through my body. Your lips and my lips are about to touch. As soon as they meet there is a blinding white heat that explodes in my core.
Deep and gentle our kisses transpire. Telling a story that sets our souls ablaze. Mutually we pull one another closer. I can feel a sweat break out over every inch of my skin. The slight breeze gives me a chill. The trembling starts at my core and comes to the edge of my surface. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. I can’t imagine how far we can go… here. We are in a public park and outside, someone may walk by.
Just as that thought stopped existing in my mind, you quickly pull away. Oh no, what just happened. You grab me by my hand and pull m from our seat. I barely had time to get my jacket. We begin to run, side by side. I had no idea where we are going. This is my first time to this park. The path zigs and then zags. After a short straight away, you came to an abrupt stop. I almost ran into you.
We both stand there looking at one another. You look around and grab my hand again. We made a quick dash off the path. I haven’t known you for long and we are now off the beaten path. But my soul tells me I can trust you with my life. At least that is what it is saying right now. The woods become thicker and thicker. We actually stop running.
Breathing heavily, we stand facing one another. I step closer to you. There are small beads of sweat that have started to appear on your forehead. You look even more beautiful. I pull you into my arms and I wrap them both around you. I want to taste more of your kisses. You start kissing me back and suddenly you stopped again.
You grabbed my hand and we took off from the path. I think we were moving east, based on the sun. We trek and trekked, until I started to see a clearing ahead of us. I think I see some sort of building. Breaking through the edge, I see it; an old cabin. It doesn’t look like it’s in too bad of shape. You look at me with a mischievous grin. Your eyes are quite playful. I can only imagine the images running through your mind.
You pull me in for a sweet little kiss. With my free hand, I gently touch your cheek and give you a sweet kiss back. As I tried to make it a deeper kiss, you pulled away again. Again you yank me by hand and we ran through the tall grass to get to the back of the cabin. There was only one of the screens on the porch torn. The screen door is still intact. This is has the markings of something interesting and fun.
After navigating four fairly sturdy steps, you ask me to close my eyes. “Are you kidding,” I asked.
“If you aren’t going to close your eyes, I will blindfold you,” you tell me.
I wasn’t aware you could be so assertive. I like it. So I opt for the blind fold. I bend down slightly so you are able to tie the blindfold tight enough. I wait for you to take my hand before I attempt to move. You stop me long enough to open the cabin door. It barely makes a sound. I expected at least some creaking of sorts.
You take me by the hand again. I smell vanilla as we walk into the room. But that doesn’t make sense for an old cabin to smell like vanilla. Did she plan something ahead of time? How did she know I would want to come to the park? I have been quite open about loving the outdoors. I am a fan of vanilla too.
Quietly she closes the door, while I wait for her lead. She my left hand and I am waving my right hand around so I won’t run into something. I do trust her and I hope I don’t regret it. Her hands are so soft wrapped around my hand. We walk about ten more feet and she stops me again. She asks me to bend down and I do. I keep my eyes closed as she removes the blindfold.
“Open your eyes,” she whispers into my ear.
The sound of your voice and your breath in my ear almost has my knees buckling. “Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes,” you whisper heavily into my ear.
There are column candles burning in each corner of the large room. My guess this room would be the living room in most homes. But the room is so large, it also has a bed. A big bed. I feel as though I have stepped back in time. The bed has fresh linen and pillows all over the bed.
“Do you like it?” you ask me.
“It is perfect,” I answer. And then I lean in to kiss you.
As our kisses become more serious, I take your hands and lead you to the edge of the bed. I caress your face in my hands as you sit and then lay back for me to join you.