The heat that pooled between her legs was like a hot spring that could ease every ache in the body. He wanted to dive in and let her alleviate his pains. He was a prisoner of her love; a slave that wanted no escape. She was a feast to his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to consume her and devour all her delicate areas. She moaned, wiggled, and pulsed against his skin; her breathe hitching with every tender movement. Her golden eyes were fixed on his baby blues and the world around them melted into everything that fantasies are made of. He could taste sugar on her lips, smell flowers in her hair, and touch the magic that radiated off of her flesh. She made him into something more than just a man…. She made him a God. And when the passion that surrounded them subsided and all that was left was the worn limbs of two bodies they both smiled inwardly with pleasure before going there separate ways. Each having left a memory with a complete stranger to take with them on their travels through life. One a gypsy… the other a vagabond. Both captured in a moment of lust now implanted in their souls. One night filled with more truth and honesty than either had been told in their entire lifetimes. One night to take with them forever……..