Nightly Passion

As she walks down the dimmed street, she instantly feels the cool breeze accompanied by the scent of salt in the air. The closer she gets the louder the sound of waves crashing upon the shore get, for it's that time of year where the sand has been swallowed by the water and the rocks hidden beneath are now at the mercy of the roaring sea. With every passing step her thoughts flutter away allowing for a slight sensation of peace. As she approaches the beach, her eyes gaze towards a hooded figure that is oddly familiar. For a second she stops but then decides to stay away and find a rock to sit on. As she studies the rocks, she doesn't notice the hooded figure walking towards her.

It's strange how the black shimmering sea speaks with such beauty and anger. It's true beauty can only be shown at night. Why such anger can only be blamed on the marvelous full moon, the only light to guide one's way through the cold starry night. The waves chatter away in jealousy as each story unfolds on the cold sandy rocks.

Not a moment too soon he approaches her, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her close. In an instant, she recognizes his presence, one that makes her heart melt. Gazing into each other's eyes that dare not speak for such moment like this is rare. sometimes silence is all that's needed. For they know how they feel, and without hesitation they gently but passionately kiss as if to say "Hello again". They pull away and he gives her that heart wrecking smirk just to see her adorably addictive smile. One that fill him with butterflies. He will never get enough of her gorgeous brown eyes that turn to amber pools of honey in the sun. Ever so breathtaking she is, from her obnoxiously adorable smile, to her long black flowy hair that he smoothly runs his hands through. But what captivates him the most is her bright and beauteous personality. He can never find the right words to describe her, she is one on a kind. Worthy of so much more ever imaginable to her.