The woman had promised to meet the twilight at the cemetery.
He was late. Twilight has just gone and only
leaving dried leaves and bird droppings on top of the headstone.
She dawdled, searching for the twilight face on the horizon.
"Twilight has handed you to my arms," suddenly night
patted his back and was about to kiss him.
The woman screamed and suddenly pushed her hand over the night
who was about to grab her face. He hurried home and night
followed him with a fussy and naughty drizzle.
Morning gets her naked body in bed.
"The night I killed in the grave. You're mine now. "
But the woman was still sleeping soundly:
maybe he was dreaming of kissed twilight in the tomb.