Heavenly Bliss

We sat on a wooden bench, beneath the verdant bower Interlaced with the powerful fragrant scented jasmine, and the variegated leaves of the Virginia creeper that turns to crimson as autumn flourishes. Red crested birds flew around. Some rested on juniper or oak trees scattered around the garden, mindful that the time of rest was near. We were in heavenly bliss whispering sweet nothings. Soon darkness began to fall and the gardens had to be closed. We drifted towards the secluded beach. Salt air refreshed us from the summer heat. Quick enough we tossed off our outer clothes and jumped into the cool smooth sea. Tired we lay in tender serenity on the clean fine sand. Until I drew my wife near. Fire flies flickered, the wane sun slithered beneath the horizon, but we remained still, alone throughout the night awaiting sunrise as we enjoyed our heavenly bliss.