Under the darkened skies...

You sneak into my room past midnight....

Our gazes catch and you slide beside me. Our tongues touch, softly and then tangle in wild abandonment.

We hear noises of drunken louts staggering through the corridors but it does not distract us from peeling each piece of clothing from the others' body deliberately.

And then it is quiet except for our quickened breaths on one another. As you touch me I gasp. I take you in my mouth. We pleasure one another and our murmurs spur us on and on, spiraling us into oblivion.

You stay with me till 4am before you go back to your room.

I wait for you to come by tomorrow, as you always do... Our secret. Our intense fling.