Your lover Alexei lays at your side on the picnic blanket. His white trousers are mingled with your white skirts. It's hard to tell where he ends and you start. His cheeks are rosy and the sunlight filters through his golden curls making them glow. The two of you have been blissfully out all afternoon. Kissing, talking, lazily drinking cherry wine and feeding each other pastries from the picnic basket you brough. Now his eyes are shut peacefully, but after a few minutes of you looking at him the flutter open revealing the beautiful bright blue of his irises to you. He smiles and props himself up with his hand lazily, the other hand coming up to play with the hem of your skirt.