Remember

Ah, waves of memories are here to drown me again… I wonder if it's because of the full moon.

Do you remember, mon cher? Do you remember the ocean, the sky, the air of Africa? The soft sand, the hot and magical nights. The black night sky with millions of stars. The wind. The wild animals, free, living day by day, just like we did then. The passion.

I wonder if you can hear me, Angleterre…

The ocean was blue, bright during the day, deep and dark when the night fell upon us. We were at the beach, remember? The waves were so powerful. You, so beautiful, were looking for shells, but couldn't find any. I found one, a beautiful, smooth cochlea. I will always remember your face, when I offered it to you. Your wonderful green eyes first widened, then softened. An adorable blush crept on your face and you smiled in the loveliest way when you touched the shell. I couldn't resist then, I pressed the shell in your palm and kissed you. You hugged me and I slid my arms around your wet, salty body.

The wind was blowing and the water danced around us when I took you in my arms and carried in the ocean. You protested at first, but then relaxed in my arms and just held me tight. There we were in the water, standing against the wind and the waves, strong and full of life. You were so warm against me and even the saltiness of the ocean could not hide the sweetness of your body.

When night fell we were lying in our bed, listening to the sounds of calming waves. I thought you were sleeping already and I was gazing out of the window, when I felt your fingers playing with my hair. Your hand traced down on my face, feeling my features, caressing my cheek. You were looking at me with your half-closed eyelids, with such a tender face. Oh Angleterre, mon amour, I loved you so much and I can't describe how wonderful it was to be loved back. I reached with my hand, too, and touched your face, brushing it gently. A shiver ran through your body and your cheeks turned a little red.

The wind carried a cry of a leopard to our ears and oh, how wonderful that night was. Just you and me and our passionate love.

Truly, mon cher.

Now, just like that night before falling asleep, you are curled against me, resting your head on my chest. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is slow and peaceful. You are so cute when you are pretending you are sleeping. Oui, you can't fool me, mon cher. If nothing else, then that blush of yours reveals the truth. You have been listening, haven't you? To my, our, memories. You enjoy them too, don't you? We both know you do. Perhaps we should make some new memories, hmmm? Oh, how adorable you are when blushing. But it is late already. Sleep now, mon amour, I'll be whispering sweet dreams to your ear…