The Moment

She was beautiful; from the obsidian locks which nested atop her crown messily to the soft hues of her skin which had been kissed by pale moonlight. Her outfit was thrown together haphazardly, but all these things are what piqued his interest. Never had he laid eyes upon someone so magnificent, nothing had ever caught his attention at such a level. She strolled in early in the morning, the dew blanketed the grass in brilliant shimmer and the moon filtered in soft rays through the cloud coverage. The bright yellow beacon which marked their location read " Waffle House. " There were others with her; roughly three of them, however, none of them had fascinated him to the degree in which she did. He couldn't take his eyes from her, his gaze fell on her figure in enthrallment. Caressing the curvature of her body in delicacy. He yearned to know more about this woman, soon to find out she did too. From that point the night grew long, but not long enough. As the mood lightened, the jokes began to fill the air and laughter clouded the dormancy of this blatant establishment. She soon left that place, but also having left something behind. Small chocolate morsels adorned the plate in unique fashion; it read out her number. This was the beginning of a long and eventful journey which has yet to end..