Like infants fascinated with their own reflection, the lovers' eyes touched, bewildered with the wild ferocity with which each's love was returned. Shyly, his eyes sunk, her smoldering eyes still lingering about the sunset dying in the contours of his dark face. With the soft fumbling of a hummingbird's nosing of an even softer petal, her slender fingers danced an intimate, desperate dance around his in the galactic hush of the backseat. Nested in a purple, aching void, the lovers silenced the madness pounding against the glass for but a moment. Drag.
(WakeMed North E.R. 8.9.11)