The sound of the waves calls to her
Like a song that she knows so well
A soothing refrain that she returns to again and again.
She stands at the window
Lost in thought.
He gazes upon her
The morning sun making dappled shadows on her
The light emphasizing
The perfection of her skin
And her exquisite form.
He aches to drag his fingers across her skin
And make his own shadows
But he refrains
And just immerses himself in the view.
The silence and intimacy of the moment
Wrapping itself around them
Like a cocoon
Artwork by Vicente Romero