Crescendo

Damn. This tune messes up my mind just as I was about to hit the sack. Then the inner romantic in me started to take over my usual boring self and the thing is, I had let it. And so here's something.

You and I are -all by ourselves- in a yacht. The moon smiles at us, illuminates our deepest, darkest, guarded feelings. The silence of the night accentuates the crescendo beating of our hearts. We never said a word. We just let our bodies serenade each other in the euphonious tune of the moment.