While wearing her sunglasses at night,
She will penetrate your heart.
Your member will pulsate at the thought of her perfectly shaped mountain peaks.
Smelling the fresh breeze,
with a lingering scent of a night of passion.
Preceded by lemon on the breath,
masking a hint of Tequila.
Those luscious lips lust for an embrace, however they refuse to search.
You are the keeper of moments labeled by numbers to tell her
she is constantly moving.
Change is motion.
"This World will continue, with or without you," She says convincingly.
She is now lost in moments of nostalgia which elicit times of happiness
in exploration of self.
Freedom.
Abundance.
The night shines it's rearing head as she stares it in the face.
She tells him he can try to stop her.
He can try to get her to follow him.
She will resist.
She will not listen.
She knows he will eventually succeed.
She is ready to challenge.
Her heart calls to him, "Put me to sleep!"
Not Forever but until the moment comes when the sky returns from its slumber & is blue once more.
If her eyelids are heavy, it is a moment to cherish.
She waits without patience. This moment is no where in sight.
Staring at the endless night. She will sleep when the time is right.