Under the moon.

The constant drip of water was heard as -

Tan, delicated hands wrapped around hers -

And like sweet whisper,

lips pressed on her ear -

Under the luminating moon and,

Rain.

“Violet,” -

Like her name,

She was a flower -

So beautiful -

So fragile..

In his arms.

She pressed against his -

Broad chest -

And blossomed...

She wanted to hear his sinful voice and smell his toxinating scent -

Like this -

Forever.

Under the luminating moon -

And rain -

Too lovers became one -

Quiet -

They kept a secret.