Tender eyes gazed over him. Lying on his chest, her hair messy. He didn't return the stare. She sighed deeply and removed him from within her. She slid off, her slender body gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the the parted drapes. Her curves firm and supple as she slid off her silky robe. She picked up her glasses and put them on, as they shone in the moonlight. Her eyes hidden, she turned away and left the scene. She would not remember him. All too oft; her gait sublime beauty. She closed the door behind her, the quietest of footsteps drifting away down the hall. He lay in a pool of red, moist and damp. The cool breeze of the night chilling.