I write now, softly balanced on the shingles of the Swan house, directly above my precious Bella's bed! I have lain, under cover of darkness, stretched out, face down on the roof here for some rapturous hours hours. All the while, my cool ear pressed against the slates, listening to Bella's fascinating heartbeat and nocturnal mutterings!
Oh Bella! Neither Aphrodite nor Helen of Troy, no buxom Monroe nor lanky Hepburn could compare to thy fair form. My senses are aflame!
I care not about the falling rain, Charlie's guttural snores, nor the irksome pigeons on your roof. For just below, you lie in blissful slumber!
Ah! My goddess, my all! Would that I could dream upon your luscious bosom, tangle my cool fingers in your mahogany tresses, taste the sweet breath upon your li
Update:
Esme sent that onerous lump Emmett to fetch me. He told me to stop 'humping Bella's roof' and that he was 'worried my boner would cause structural damage' loudly enough to disturb Charlie's stupor!
I had no choice but to beat a hasty retreat home, all the while being mercilessly teased by that cabbage head about wanting to give Bella 'my special flower'.
Needless to say we are not speaking. I shall communicate only in hisses with him until he learns some civility.
A/N: Please leave a review! What do you think Bella was talking about in her sleep as Edward was being a dirty stalker?