Midnight Hour

Her toned body stretched gingerly against the mattress, barely grazing her skin against the white sheets. Back arching slightly, her chest rose with the lightest hint of breath. White lace decorated her form and played with the light cast off by the moon.

Rays of transparent silver filtered in through the open window, touching her skin like lusting fingers aching for her warmth. Limbs long and fluid in motion, they forced envy into the hearts of deities up above. She quivered slightly in the breath of cold, chilled ever so slightly without a partner to comfort her.

Her fingers lightly trailed against her pearl-white skin, leaving little to be unnoticed. Running up her elegant neck comes her face; small and delicate yet firm in beauty. Rose-tinted lips parted midway, she softly uttered her lovers name against the midnight silence.

As though in response, a light breeze tickled her exposed chest as it swept throughout the room. Hand teasingly rested against her thigh, her back arched a bit more to confront the winter gusts of wind.

Pale bed sheets fluttered lightly and stirred the cascading locks of chestnut fanned out over the silk pillows. She dared her chocolate-brown gaze towards the window, catching the moons thoughtful gaze.

Thick eyelashes closed, she tilted her head off to the side and felt the hint of a smile touch her lips. Good night, she murmured lightly into the darkness as it wrapped its arms around her form.