I like holding hands in the dark
Lights turned low, with only the street lamps streaming through the blinds. Too dark to even make out the shadows on the wall or the silhouettes on the bed. That's when there is all to it. That would be all that is needed.
Not in the day, as the heat turns up the sweat glands. Not in the sun, where the warmth of the light makes it irksome. But in the coldness of the night, where it's so dark that it's bright. That. would be the perfect moment.
Not in the day, as the heat turns up the sweat glands. Not in the sun, where the warmth of the light makes it irksome. But in the coldness of the night, where it's so dark that it's bright. That. would be the perfect moment.