He curls up behind her His every curve Melting into her own. The setting sun Reflects from the lake And dances across the ceiling Like the aurora borealis And they watch the display In sleepy silence. The temperature slowly drops. He pulls the cover higher On her. For the first time in her life, She feels safe. His hand cups her breast, As she drifts to dreaming, With a tiny smile on her face. He kisses her hair And follows her. Goodnight.