Whispers of wind grazing through the confines of these locks...
Sweet sound of silence completing peace...
Fair skin wrapping this beautiful gift...
Iris of thy eyes ensnaring...
Dead of cold, warmest of touch...
Bliss of the night...
Confines of time not withstanding...
Not an instrument to play, the music filling the mind...
Fondly in love with the moment...
Holding on so dearly...
The void in heart lastly satisfied...
Can it be?..
