Aged curiosity

But beloved, there isn't much older than me--

*She pushes me over, perhaps to stop my teasing, and covers our faces with the silken cascade of her fair hair. Such golden light shimmers through the strands filtering the candlelight, a feast for the eyes.*

And anything regarding you can make me impatient, demanding, loving. . .

*I place my hands around the back of her head, entwining my fingers in all that hair, and kiss her until I see blue flaring across my eyelids.*