On some nights you are a wreck , reeking of cigarettes and alcohol , stumbling into the room , giggling for no apparent reason and me holding your hair while you throw up , and trust me that's not a pretty picture but I still find you beautiful and wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

On some nights you are an angel , smiling at me naughtily , as your innocence vanishes just like your satin night dress and we make love , slow at first , then loud , while the moon hides behind the clouds and the rain splatters against the windows drowning out your moans as I look into your eyes and wonder how I got so lucky.

On some nights you're a storm , causing a havoc , regardless of a reason , shouting and screaming about the thousand wrong things I did , some of which I have no memory of , while I fail miserably at calming you down until I silence you with a kiss.

On some nights you are a muse , the ink of my imagination , as I spin sweet lies with the pen of mine , which you then read and we spend yet another sleepless night until we are exhausted and content.

On some nights you just lie there , while I watch you sleep as the mole beneath your lower lip drives me crazy for making me want to kiss you while I snuggle closer and cuddle up wishing that these nights never end.

~KK