Pale and translucent skin,
That's what he loved most on her.
Her presence made a chill in the air.
Even from down the hall,
His skin tingled.

She was shadowless and graceful,
Like the light moved especially for her.
To make her more achingly beautiful than he remembered.

He watched.
Stalked...
Reaquainting himself with every curve,
As she lie, unaware, on the floor.

His touch passed,
As softly as a breath of air.
Yet it was he who trembled.

She still had that effect on him.
She always will...
That was something time would never change.

And with a kiss,
He surrendered...