A light jacket and jeans over a a blank black t-shirt were my shield from the approaching autumn’s breeze. Coffee warming my hands, I smoked a cigar...ette and crossed the street into the main green area of town. Many acres wide with a nie stream running through it, it attracted all sorts of joggers and general outdoors people. I picked a bench by the little walking bridge that crossed over the wide stream and sat to enjoy a cigarette and watch the clouds blow by. I didn’t notice her walk up, only. But her eyes widened in amazement when Josiah struck a match and lit the wick, which fizzled briefly before settling into a steady flame. Her jaw dropped, and she pulled it close for inspection, and subsequently recoiled from the surprising heat. She watched, fascinated, as a drop of molten wax rolled down the side and came to rest on the metal tray. Her gaze returned to the flame, joyfully following its every flicker.The two of them sat there for hours, hand in hand, and perfectly content to. And the women get irritated with the men for offering unwanted advice, and the men get frustrated with the women who seem to have all these problems and continually ignore excellent advice on how to clean them all up by the end of the day, if not sooner. They both must like sex an awful lot, because otherwise it is amazing that they ever manage to get together at all and keep the human race from dying out given this true lack of understanding between them otherwise. Men absolutely believe that. I hold you to me tightly, at once thrilled and scared by the storm. You wrap your arms around me, and open your legs so I can snuggle between them. Storms invariably bring out the wild woman in me, and you never fail to give me what I need each time. I shiver in anticipation of the pleasure we will drown in together."You're shivering," you whisper in my ear, letting the warmth of your breath caress my lobe, and slip down the column of my neck. "Shall I warm you?"I smile, hoping it is as sensual.