4:32am

She stirs first..restless..looking longingly over..senses awakened. Their feet shuffle slowly under warm covers. The moonlight shines thru the window catching her face. .illuminating it…her tousled hair frames her face. She looks up, hopefully for his eyes to open, ..which they do. She reaches.., her hands rub over his hard body, gliding over the contour, shape of his form. She explores slowly, basking in regions as if her first time with him. He turns to her, placing his hands under her body, around her waist till she inches closer. They kiss softly , slowly parting their mouths slightly, he pecks softly at her bottom lip, then her top lip. Her foot slides along involuntary up and down his calf as she eases into him. She props herself up, shakes her long silken hair…shakes dreams from them. At this hour, all inhibitions and fears lie in piles next to the discarded clothes. The moonlight reflects off her eyes, lightening them, crystal-like…hopeful, ..slightly glassy eyed. Their talk is limited to soft whispers..barely audible. They bask in the moment. Their arms and legs coil, wrap around each other tightly..face to face…close. They kiss ever so tenderly..her body ever so warm, hot…her face flushed, glowing in the light. The legion of night arrives with its purple magic, and melt emotions like dry ice …steaming…like an aura of fog surrounding us…cocoon like . It’s different at night…somehow pure…unadulterated , blissful awakenings. The senses aroused by instinct, not thought. It’s where the body proceeds the mind….and takes it hostage. So smooth and natural, they pet softly…unhurried.. Her nails dig into his upper back and shoulders, his find her tight, taught buttocks..they reach again for each other like overboard passengers at sea. Their mouths explore each others neck, ears and mouths. The warm , wetness envelopes them… …he rolls his body under hers, she falls on top, laying flat, straddling him…as he runs his hands firmly along her back, hips…spreading her cheeks…pulling her tightly. The kisses take on a furor, passionate…deep and wet…almost sloppy.. He reaches up, takes her face in his hands, kisses her deeply…his tongue exploring her mouth , as her hair hangs dangling along his forearms. Their legs and arms take life. Theirs is a hunger borne of the moment. Sandwiched between midnight and dawn , where secrets come to die. A this hour, there's a freedom…an enhancement of intimacy , when all is unlocked….there's a lunar glow bordering their glistening bodies. Their soft purring echoes within the bedroom walls , and he rolls onto her deeply. Their desire is insatiable, pure pain. Like a thirst , an urge…so strong , so dominant…where it eclipses every thought. The passion is unison…together, unbridled , as his hands lock once again behind her neck, cradling her head…and hers behind his shoulders, just under the arms. He gets that familiar shiver, the one that starts in the stomach and plunges south…crippling him…his body quivers and contorts unevenly, even violently. As does hers…the slapping of their hips , like music, play to them. They fall into each other, looking longingly at each other..caressing their faces, hair…soft skin splashed with color at this moment. He pets her softly…his hands roaming freely…gazing at her beauty… They lay together curled tightly , holding each other…content, happy and remorseful… …for having this happen much too infrequent , and pledging, without words , for sequels. The early morning hours invent cures, provide forgiveness , rekindle fires dulled to a flickering. Like a test tube on a shelf labeled “cure’. The evening angels teach us about the dangers of forgetfulness , and as they exit the door, they pause to glance at the sleeping couple huddled tightly together , and they smile….