never ending nights

she was beautiful. 
her glossy tired eyes & tasseled wavy hair. 
the way you could toss & turn for hours until you felt nauseous at the simple thought of her. 
her dainty hands intertwined in yours as if the sun seemed to rise & set without a care in the world. 
roof top dances & blurred city lights made the rest of the world non-existent.
she was the peak of existence itself. 
nothing else mattered other than where she started & ended. 
days weren’t real and nights lasted forever
time slowed & sped up all at the same time 
bliss.