Evening at home, in the middle of the winter storm.

Rain pounded down on the windows, splashing up and down the street on the tires of passing cars with the light of the pizza parlor across the street glowing through the winter fog and evening  twilight.

I felt the caress of a nail on my cheek and turned to her smile.  The ivory white walls behind her long, dark hair, hung in a fall that encircled her shoulders and her smile full of invitation.  She leaned in and let a kiss escape onto my neck, a whispered word of enticement drifting into my conscience. 

The flicker of the screen from the TV across the room, showing some forgotten flick from somewhere long ago when movies like that still made sense.  Now, a night light in the deepening shadows it was forgotten as my eyes searched hers.  Something between us always ignited here in this tiny walk up, by the street.  Her luminous glance could take me out of my body into some hidden place where only our thoughts were alive. 

She slipped her head down to my chest and I felt the rush and the quickening of my heart.  The breath slipped out involuntarily,  the sigh louder than I had meant it to be, not wanting to disclose my desire, turning to a groan as she pressed a kiss against my chest.  "Let's not go out tonight.  We can have fun here, and who wants to go into the storm."  She winked at me and pulled me towards her.  "We can always go out in the morning, when we wake up." 

Those moments were always the best.  Knowing the dinner date was going to mean an evening of love making, unexpected, always the best sort.  When love just happened.  And, yes, tomorrow would be a very fine day.