12

Layer by layer her defenses faded shedding her need to keep track of one thing,

She let down her hair leaned on the chair and let it all go so that going nowhere was just as comfy as rain in the spring and bells that when struck proceeded to ring.

Her clothing was strewn without care on the floor she even unlocked her last vestige door, and rolling onto the back of her head she shoved off the pillows from off of the bed.

Bare sheets and just smiles were all that remained embers were sparked and fanned into flames.

Sighs became signs and her eyes were shut tight and this was the scene when all through the night grasping and clutching and then letting go she rocked and she rolled and she let it all flow.

By morning quite spent exhausted imbued with stocking glad pillars and morning glad shoes, she wrecked all the street cars in heavenly bliss, knowing 12 hours were just for one kiss.