He was waiting

He was waiting for her to arrive…
She was late, tired, drawn only by the bright lights of her jewels, out of breath like the wind from a poorly closed window. She fell asleep immediately, clothes and jewelry still on. Curled up in sleep, the large links of the very long necklace touched her knees. It was all so strange. In total abandonment, those silver signs evoked Klimt, the Eros and seduction of an long expected nudity. The hand abandoned on the pillow, the large rings with soft shapes in the dark depths of her hair, the long, large and light earrings up to the neck changed reflection with every beat of her hart. He knew her by heart but he was never tired of watching her sleep.He caressed her jewels every night until sunrise when the dream disappeared after the magic  light of her first smile.