Delicately placed keys on the table next to the door
Soft, elongated squeaks in the wooden floors
Caused by light footsteps to the dark bedroom…
Warming each other with tender embraces
A new world is manifested
A tender world of surreal emotions
A world of disbelief
A world of incredibility
Inner struggles seem to subside
Is it due to the warmth?
Is it due to the magic of the night?
Regardless the cause, the feeling is unique
Conversing through soft stares and passionate explorations
Words no longer convey the overpowering emotions
The sounds of the late night trains are the time keepers
With each one passing through the city
We know the late night is turning to early morning
Heavy lids take over…
Falling asleep in his arms
With his warmth aiding my sleep,
I am safe from impeding insecurities of my own mind
One last stare, one last kiss,
And a soft whisper
Goodnight…
-By Katherine Watson
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