Picture a clear dark night. The moon is dark, the sky lit with a thousand points of light. We are blanketed against the chill, reaching, seeking, holding each other's body for warmth. Low on the horizon a faint glow of light appears. Slowly, an arch of light lazily stretches across the sky - a hand curves to cup a warm breast. Bands of light layer on top of each other reaching higher into the sky - warm breath fogs the air - faster - deeper. The light begins to blend together - our lips touch. The layers seem to drip into each other as waves move slowly across the sky - our bodies curve - backs arch - touching - breast to breast. The lights form a giant curtain in the sky that slowly waves as if a gentle breeze were blowing - a murmured word - a soft growl - urgency drawing each other close . At the bottom of the curtain, waves ripple across the sky curling and bending in the imaginary wind - our bodies moving effortlessly, joining in the dance.