She lay, dazed, as the stars danced a million miles away. Fingers were sprawled through her hair, clinging to her neck in an offer of affection, whilst limbs lay still, entangled under the full moon. Nothing but the warmth of a breath, and the gentle whistle of the wind.

A moment you want to roll around on your tongue, and keep tucked in your cheek.
Savouring it for all it’s worth.