I looked into her eyes and wrapped my arms
around her waist. I was hundreds of feet in the air.
She came in closer to me and locked her hands
together behind my neck, and I kissed her.
Her breath was warm. I was ready to jump.
Her passionate, wet lips moved as she brought her body
closer to mine. I jumped off of the lift.
The snowflakes hit our faces and melted as we
breathed and kissed our last kiss.
I was in midair, ready to land on the slope.
I kissed her neck, and she touched her lips to
my cheek before pushing me away slightly.
My skiis brushed against the snow as I
made contact with the mountain. She caught me.
She smiled, and her beautiful eyes told me
something that she didn't have to say.
She loved me, too.
