She bore a grace that escaped the clumsiest and most awkward of situations.Her calm eyes said so much more than she did and as I watched her bring wine to her lips I shuddered inside.I could only dream of those soft, wine wet lips on mine in the dark her body firm and smooth...hearing her soft moans a song warm in the cool autumn air.
or maybe not a stranger? I just found it my sketch book. Sorry don't know who to give credit to. If you wrote this say so.