Dusk Till' Dawn

"Don't," she pleaded.

Her pale, sveltely body shook in the bitter New York wind as her eyes, a spectrum of different colors stared solemnly at the man before her. Letting her scraggly fingers gently grip the blue linen textile, she once again begged, "Don't leave me."

The violet-orange hues of the dawn skyline coated their entangled bodies, casting an angelic and chroma gleam onto them.

Rough, calloused hands weaved themselves into her wafer-thin locks while soft lips osculated the brunette crest.

"I won't," he whispered, enabling himself to take in her familiar herbal scent.

Lifting her chin, he stared into the kaleidoscope eyes he came to cherish. "Not now, not ever," he breathed, placing a chaste kiss onto her awaiting lips, "I'll be with you from dusk till' dawn."