Porch Swing

A low porch swing hanging on an old wrap-around porch, barely the home of the breeze, let alone any real people to rest upon its brow. Mid thigh high railing surrounding the porch, visible wear from use by animals and humans. Leaves rustling across the deck, swirling in small whirlpools at the corners of the porch.1

A couple come giggling up the walkway approaching the gate of the verranda. 'Oh what a good time', 'my god you look beautiful', are all heard in various forms and courses. She stops and faces him at the gate, staring into his eyes as he wraps his arms around her, locking her between him and the gate. Arched over, his eyes are directly level with her boldly red lips, glistening in the porchlight, with gloss and passion. Slowly elevating his head driving her body back towards the gate, her back evetually bending over the gate, his eyes meet hers, their mouths on level they glide together, locking in a heated kiss. Passion passing between lips barely parted, tongues twined round each other saying at the same time 'stay with me always' and also 'i'll never leave you'.2

Slipping the latch to the gate open the couple swing into the enclosed porch. Her back is now to the fence and he is leaning into her neck ravishing her with kisses. Slowly kissing up her neck, stopping to taste her earlobe, the bittersweet taste, which tastes like honey to his lips. Drifting down her cheek to her lips, gracing them with but one kiss leaving them desiring and even seeking further contact with his lips. 3

"Kyle do you really need me?" asked the girl, in utter disbelief of what she was letting happen around her. 4

"Of course I do Wendie, if I didn't have you, I don't know what I would do with myself. You take such good care of me. I'd be lost without your love." He graced her ear with the only noises she cared to hear this night. The only thing she wanted to hear was the truth. And he would say nothing but to her.5

She pushes him off of her and he steps back a pace. A worried look crossing his face for a second before the look of christmas glazes over his eyes once more. There before him the only present he has never asked for. And it is his to open, and explore.6

She drives him back further till the low slung porch swing taps the back of his legs and he is forced to sit down. He clammers down onto the swing and is immediately joined by her. She sits over his lap with knees on either side of his hips. Hair draping down over the sides of his head. A small version of the tunnel of love, just staring into each others eyes. There is even music playing, like music from a jewellery box. But the night is completely silent. And they both move to the same song. She whips her hair back to no avail as the silken strands slide down either side of her head and come back to nestle again upon his shoulders.7

She cranes her neck down so her lips can again taste the salt on his upper lip. The heat of the night has their clothes clinging to them.8

She leans back putting her hands on his kneecaps. Saying 'I want you so much right now' and also 'the longer I make you wait the better it will be'. Like Eve she is offering his snakish side a juicy bite of the apple. He places his hands on the small of her back and holds up her waist. She swings her arms out to either side head falling back over her spine. He pulls her body into him. Her head is the last thing that whips towards him. Stopping at the last second she is momentarily silhouetted  by a dark halo of hair, before her hair continues its momentum over his head. Again enclosing them in the shelter they both seek in each others arms. Hiding momentarily from the car alarms and cell phone beepers. There are only two people in the world right now.9

Hair falling down his shoulders he stands up off the porch swing. Her legs swiftly and easily wrapping around him in the same motion. His hands go over her back pockets fingers overlapping across the seam of her pants. He walks her over to the door and leans her against the doorjamb. Taking a firmer grasp of her bottom with one hand he removes his other to the screen door and pries it open with a distracted grasp. He spins into the screen door letting it close on her back. Still fumbling with the main door, he hasn't taken his eyes off of her since they got onto the porch. Nothing else has penetrated his view. They quietly disappear inside and the screen door creeks closed behind them.10