Its three AM on a cold December night. The cloudy sky extends her arms to greet us, as our bus rushes towards the impassive darkness. I lie awake, not because of the bumpy ride... but to watch you, cuddled up against me, fast asleep. The soft blue light runs along your smooth cheeks and drips down your body. Through the slight parting of your lips, I catch a glimpse of your tongue... mocking me with enticement. I lean forward to listen to the sensuous sound of you breathing.
Suddenly, a cloud shifts... revealing the sharp moon rays, which scamper across the night sky to prick your face. You wrinkle your nose in silent discomfort. I slowly put my right hand on your eyes... to cover your fragile beauty, to protect your innocence. You let out a soft, throaty moan, as you snuggle up closer. Maybe, just maybe... I am in love.
