Romantica
Sea glass green eyes rotate to catch his long shadow, winking out the last trails of sunlight. The gray, now golden and shining in the sunset, watches her. She can feel his eyes moving against her skin, tip toe under her ribs and over her spine.
Romy hesitates a moment as she watches how the first evening stare wink and glitter against the indigo drapery of an encroaching night. A slow inhale invites the scents of an sleepy meadow into her lungs. Earthy, damp, fresh. Romy swings her hips so she may approach the stallion from another time past. "Hello again." A simple selection of words, a playful smile plucking at the edges of her lips. "A beautiful night, wouldn't you agree?" Eyes rotate once more to peel away from his face to that of the sliver of setting sun across the meadow.