Over the edge ©

Walking under the heavenly bodies in mid-September, there’s nothing quite like it. The feeling of the last warm breeze of summer gently caresses the skin as the smell of fall wafts through the air. A shadow drifts closer; knees betray you only in his presence. When moon beams light up his big brown eyes the surrounding seems to disappear altogether. The sweet melody of his voice plays glorious songs for your ears to hear. Every fiber of you being stands to attention when his hand ever so softly brushes against your back. Surly, surly there is nothing more he can do to completely take you prisoner eternally and perpetually his. But then just as the stroke of midnight rings he places a single kiss. One very strong kiss takes you over the edge.