dog_eared_memoir Rhin My Rhin... Cool summer mornings in Indiana, if you did not know exactly where you were, you would swear you were in Tennessee or Kentucky. The rolling hills set with the haze of the early morning fog, twists and rolls amongst the Scotch pines and soft Maples. The aroma these trees give the chilled air fills the house. The windows were left open for this purpose. The days in Southern Indiana can be very hot and humid, so the cool fresh air of the night is a welcome reprieve fromt the heat, and fills the bedroom. I lay here now and watch you sleep. Your delicate face radiates serenity. You have pulled the quilted comforter up around your shoulders to protect yourself from the cool night air. The warmth here under the linens, isn't relative compared to the touch of your skin. I slide my hand around your waist, and pull you closer, and without even opening your eyes, you rest your head on my shoulder - the aroma of your hair is a combination of wildflower shampoo, and the activities of the night before. I can feel your soft exhale on my chest. It's so relaxed and steady, I think I could set the world's time to each breath. I take my hand, and run it down the side of your curvaceous body - your shoulders, your waist, your hips, your upper outer thigh - all soft to the touch, your skin warm from the covers, and moist to the touch. For now I just lay here - you asleep, in my arms, your ample breasts pressed against my chest. I can remember a time when we first met, when all we had were long conversations on the phone, that turned quickly to exploring each other's mental, spiritual, and physical qualities. I know we both were very inquisitive about each other, asking thousands of 'what if' questions - looking for a falsehood, searching for that indefensible point. We are lucky we never found one, 'cause if we did, we would not have what we have now. Lying here in bed, I think about the first time we met, and had dinner at that little Italian Cafe down in Louisville. It was called Pacini'. The food was fantastic, but all I really remember was watching your full lips, and wondering what it would be like to kiss them...wondering what you would taste like. I think this was the only time in my life, that I have ever been jealous of pasta. I contemplated all evening...should I even try to kiss you good night - would she be offended...would I lose this divine creature, because of my lack of control, or even worse, would I lose this divine creature, If I did not try to at least kiss her good night - would she think me too stuffy and conservative? I waited all night, before I finally made my decision. I remember looking deeply into your eyes and it seemed as if time had stood still, and I did not want this moment to end. They say the eyes are the road map to the inner soul, and when I looked into your eyes, I saw nothing but contentment, and calmness. I wanted to taste you so badly, I felt as if I was being drawn closer to you. The next moment I will remember the rest of my life. Without even realizing we were inches apart, I could feel your soft exhale, your eyes bright with excitement. I noticed you tug on your bottom lip anticipating what was about to happen. Our lips touch...the sensation that ran through my body, is to this day, indescribable, except to say, that kiss touched my whole being. Your lips, soft and moist to the touch - warm and inviting, had consumed my soul. I could feel your lips begin to part - an invitation I thought, for me to taste even more of you, but I was wrong. I could feel your mouth open wider, and then the sensation of what I had wondered about all night long... I could feel your tongue gently slide into my mouth - the sensation, the taste of you was more satisfying, than the entire meal, I had just consumed. Your tongue delicately searched my mouth, your lips gently rub against mine, your breath on my cheek - a symphony. My left hand gently caresses the side of your cheek, and slides effortlessly into your curly dark hair. I let my hand move to the back of your head, so I could more easily direct my tongue into your mouth. I still cannot believe how wonderful you feel in my arms. I have never met anyone quite like you, someone that I can share a thought with, a moment in time, a beautiful sunset, and an equally beautiful sunrise. The only thing I could think of after kissing you, was that I needed to get you away from all distractions. I want to experience all of you with no interruptions - no phones...just you and me - the way it was meant to be. The only place I could think of was Clifty Falls. It was still early enough in the evening, that we could still catch a beautiful fall sunset - if we hurried. The drive out to the Falls was an experience in itself. I don't think two people have ever said more to each other, just by holding hands, and caressing each other's fingers. My whole focus seemed to be on getting you to Clifty, to watch the sunset. I drove like a man with a mission in life. I don't remember either of us speaking a single word, on the drive out - just touching each other's fingers. Your fingers delicate, but strong, clasped tightly to my hand...stroking my fingers between your thumb and forefingers. Each time I look at you, you give me the most sensuous smile. The walk from the Nav. to the park, was beautiful. A few leaves had changed colors, and fallen, covering some of the thick grass, that grows along the ridges and cliffs of the park. As you look out over the cliffs, the valley opens up, and you can see for miles, in every direction. As the evening begins, a slight haze moves in amongst the trees, off in the distance. I think this haze is a combination of the hot air, that is now cooling, and a small amount of dust, that begins to settle, as the breeze calms down, just before sunset. A few feet away is a big old rough bark Maple tree, with a knotty base perfect for leaning against. I lean back against the tree, and you fall deeply into my arms - your shoulders pressed firmly into my chest. You pull my right arm around your waist, and begin snuggling against. There is a slight chill in the air, as I pull you closer to keep you warm. We both look out over the valley to watch the sun begin it's final dissent over the horizon. Just as the last ray of light begins to flicker, you turn - wrap your arms around my neck, and kiss me deeply. I can feel your breast brush against my chest. You rest your head on my chest, as the sun finally sets. We finally turn to walk back to the truck, only to have a breath-taking view of a full harvest moon, hanging heavy and yellow, in the fall sky. It is so large, and appears so close, that you feel you can reach out and touch it. The moon illuminates the sky, and the path back. What an evening, what a day, what a life I have. The only thing that was missing from the evening, was theme music. Walking back to the Nav. hand-in-hand, I feel full of life. I put the keys in the ignition, and the radio begins playing; Van Morrison - Moon Dance. I lay here in bed, on this cool summer morning, with the woman I have loved, since that fall evening. (He wrote this for me. The pages are dog-eared, and the paper is full of crinkles, and little smudges - where tears have fallen...and it's still, just about the best thing I have ever read...) 001215 what's it to you? who go blather from