Eyes, Crying.

"The sky is beautiful tonight..." you whispered quietly gently, swiftly, intently. Then you brushed my arm. Somehow that was my shield against the cold wind. And, you wondered why I wasn't cold. "I want to kiss you..." you moaned silently then your lips met mine in an entanglement of attraction and lust. And, that was my shell breaking. "Do you want to keep going..." you sighed with such a longing that I thought your voice was going to break then, in a whirlwind of hands, lips, necks, fingers and tongues. I remembered that I had a mind and I wanted you with it. A moan escaped your mouth and those intense eyes closed which was your savior because they would have given you away and then you would have been left with only me. And that was my heart hoping. My hands slid down your arms pulled me tighter your lips kissed me harder and harder and I didn't want to leave it at just that. And those were my eyes crying. Eyes, crying.