"So she laughed, and his lips left behind sickle-shaped imprints on her skin beneath the soft light of a grinning moon, and gladly restarting the process each time because the rain kept washing them away."
"So she laughed, and his lips left behind sickle-shaped imprints on her skin beneath the soft light of a grinning moon, and gladly restarting the process each time because the rain kept washing them away."