The night�s air that marked its way on her made it easier for my fingers to trace the beauty distinct on her copper-pale skin; each touch arousing a tingly sensation brought about by the solitary cold that breezed through her room�s windows. Each curve my fingers felt brought me to a thousand more beautiful dreams of her, with the warmth emanating from her producing a potent aroma that lulled me further to my fantasies. The lips that produced an aria of light laughter now gently formed its corners upward, with a mesmerizing sweetness prominent on its pout. I slowly placed my finger on her lower lip, as if such act will restrain me from kissing her and waking her up.
I sighed. She was so beautiful it hurts just to look at her sleeping like that beside me, with the feel of her naked skin pressing against mine. With the night�s rays upon her, I could not help but moon at her grace�for the thousandth time tonight, I again utter a small prayer of thanks�to anyone up there who might understand me and forgive me a thousand more for committing the sin of falling in love with her a thousand times more in the future. No one can resist her. The gods above must be in the same predicament as I am.
She slowly stirred, her face now more exposed to the moonlight and to my desiring eyes. It must have been the sigh heard from me once more, or maybe she could feel my hesitance to wake her up, that made her slowly open her beautiful hazel eyes and lovingly gaze at me. Those eyes! Those eyes that often extracted the truth from me, those eyes that just made me feel enveloped by this overwhelming desire to fly. Even the crinkles beside her eyes that laugh along with the sunrise�it was just so captivating, so endearing. I could list a thousand more words like I usually do at midnight while she�s sleeping in my arms, or while I softly blow the hair strands away from her face�there have been hundreds of nights before this but I never failed to marvel at her beauty just when I am alone to truly immerse in its glory.
She knows. I can feel it. Each time I look at her silently, each time I slowly smile at her�she knows each time more and more I am growing to love her. She�s aware that I am a captive of her heart, and at this moment I am nothing but thankful of that.
What are you thinking, she asked in hushed tones. She gently placed her hand on my cheek, cupping her hands on my melancholic smile. I did not answer.
Are you thinking about them? Your son? Your�
My fingers cut her words as I placed them across her lips. She understood. I could not bear enough guilt, not again.
You�ll see them tomorrow, She assured me. Tonight, you�re mine, tomorrow, you�re back to your family.
That�s what I�m afraid of. I silently replied. She just nodded.
How�s Robbie? She asked.
He�s fine, he�s growing up fast and handsome, like his dad. I smiled.
She grinned at this, then strained to kiss my forehead. It�s going to be alright, she whispered. Let�s sleep now.
I weakly nodded, then she cradled my head on her breasts. For a few moments, our breathing matched each other, in slow, peaceful successions. I closed my eyes. God. Please forgive me, but I just love her.
Princess, I muttered. I love you.
I could feel her smile. Her chest moved up and down steadily, swaying me to sleep.
I love you too, dearie, she replied. You�ll forever be my queen.
I sighed. It was enough to give me peace, at least just for that moment.
