Look!
There, on the deck of the ferry. That tall dark man, square shoulders highlighted by the cut of his elegant wool coat. And his petite, honey haired companion, standing close, staring at the Manhattan skyline.
Look again.
His long arm stretching to point out something on the horizon. His shoulders slanting as his other arm dips to encircle her waist, drawing her to him. See sweet smiles of delight as they share an observation. See the outstretched arm bend, catch windswept strands of hair and tuck them behind her ear, his hand lingering. See him lean closer, whisper in her ear. See her raised eyebrow in reply.
Look closer.
See his hand on her waist slip under the cashmere folds of her cream coat, slip inside her pants, slip lower. See her back arch, pressing into him. See his whispered words become kisses, tongue caressing the contours of her ear, as his hand explores more secret furrows. See her hand grip the railing, knuckles white. See the soft fabric gather and fall as the motion of his hand increases, her hot breath coalescing in the cold winter air. See her body tense, her cry snatched from her lips by a cruel wind.
Watch as she turns to him, hand coming to rest gently on his cheek. Watch as his arms enfold her body, as his head ducks down to rest his forehead against hers. Watch their eyes lock, their breath mingle. Watch as they share a silent communion; an act far more revealing, far more intimate than the clandestine act of love just witnessed.
Look away...