Quicksilver breath; fissure of rose petal lips allow the passage of sweet sighs, whispered into cotton pillowcase laden with silk-spun corkscrews, spider web strands that grab at beads of moonlight, filtered from heavy curtains that whisper a breeze. Gentle contours of pristine female form draped in cool comforter, clinging to exquisitely crisp lines; a sheet upon the perfect porecelain skin, so milky in its endeavor as to make the kitten sing. Fragile fingertips play their harp, twitching lightly with movements forged by hazy dreamscape, projected on the backs of moon-lit eyelids, waxy and rimmed with whispery eyelashes that brush against high cheekbones to sing comforting lullabies in depths of velvet nights. Quicksilver breath collects in slender throat, so keen to utter daytime dulcet tones, but so granting the night a brief glimpse into such loveliness as to allow the velvet rumble of feverish sleeptalk to break the bubble of silence, created by the thick onsets of deep slumber.

short, but i need to post this for feedback. :(