Just a kiss on your lips in the bare moonlight.

I lay snuggled in the comfort of my bed trying to read an incomplete jingle from my diary in the shower of milky moon light. The darkness of my room was not something to be easily defeated but the glitter of those faint streaks had certainly lit up my heart. The soul within me was romping away in the league of passion.  Well I wasn’t trying to read actually. I was feeling her right there within me. I held the diary against my chest. I was living in...