She lays there, head leaning on your shoulder, looking up into the skylight. The stars are illuminating everything tonight. Touching and grabbing at the trees and engulfing the faces of you and your perfect newly-wed wife. You have faced many challenges to get her and now you have her until the clock strikes its final hour. Her elegant hair that just so perfectly slicks into place, her smile that could put any diamond to shame, her eyes that tell a million stories with just a single glance. She was the true definition of beautiful, definitely.
You aren't rich or famous, but you were satisfied.
You take a look at your watch and see that its midnight. You turn to see your love looking at you, lovingly. She opens her lips and words written by poets spilled out;
"Deck me as hard as you can. Make it count. Punt me as if I were those slimy iPad kids on the train. Knock me out with one hit. Do it pussy, what are you? Chicken? Im not joking. End my suffering, bitch."
