[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

TERROR, PH33R IT! :E

An entry? Most definitely.

White Wine

Now she's spread out on her bed,
She's begging me to join her.
"A few glasses of wine never hurt."

It's the middle of the night.
She tells me all her fears;
What it's like to be lost in a big city,
How it felt when her mother died,
For someone you care about to leave.
New York City sky line glows,
I feel her press into me.
As we take off our clothes,
And slip into the heat,
Nighttime terrors and painful memories,
Fade out in her soft release.
She fell asleep so peacefully.

The sun came up and took my place.
I had left before she could wake.
The music we left playing faded out,
A silence that filled the house.
It was such a beautiful morning,
And she woke up still undressed.
Her cries, a tender love confessed,
The ones that I'd never catch.
Those notes that can only come,
When a piano key's depressed.