Night fell, silent
She stared out of the window to darkness
He placed his hands on the roundness of her shoulders, curling his fingers to the curve
Inhaling, she rose at the slight embrace
No words spoken
So much said
In that moment

He turned her, in a contradiction of firmness and uncertainty
As she turned to face him
Moonlight reflecting from his eyes, back to hers
She would not break his gaze
Under his shirt, she traced his skin from chest to hips
Ensuring every part of her palm was pressed with flesh
In sync, feeling every breath