Whenever I had a chance for a night like this. I dare to say I longed for it for so long. To fall asleep gazing into her wonderful eyes, experiencing her melancholy that she caries within, but never gives in.
With my hands on her naked skin. Traveling along the highs and lows. Exploring the curves she has acquired, feeling the scars that she has gained. All that life has given her, but she never gives in.
Softly, warmly trace my fingers up her spine until I reach her soft hair, brush my fingers through it over and over again, but even if she trembles from my touch, she never gives in.
I might lose my sleep this night, there is no regret in this. I would be ready to lose myself in her everynight, she is a painting and I want to count every brushstroke on her. Savour the simple take of this moment, she is my muse, but she never gives in.
