Goodnight

Her fingers lightly trailed against a pearl-white skin, leaving little to be unnoticed. Running up her elegant neck comes her face; small and delicate yet firm in beauty. Peach-tinted lips widened midway, while uttering her lovers name into the midnight silence. As though in response, light breeze tickled her exposed chest as it swept throughout the room, hand teasingly rested on thighs--- her back arched a bit more to confront the winter gusts of wind. Bed sheets fluttered lightly and stirred the cascading locks of hazel fanned out over silk pillows catching the moon''s gaze. With eyelashes dimmed, 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. Brian Strand Contest