It Was the Night
IT WAS THE NIGHT
We had the spark that turned into fire,
like a burning, intense desire.
We were together for sixteen years;
but our love also brought tears.
Tears that filled our eyes,
when we said our goodbyes.
For many years we did not see each other.
Then one night he came over.
He kissed me so tenderly.
We looked at each other so ardently.
Our deep connection relighted.
Our passion and desire ignited.
The more we looked at each other,
the spark we had become hotter.
Like a fire, our desire burning
to feel every muscle of our bodies quivering
to hear our breathing and sighing
to hold, squeeze, clench, touch, feeling
each other passionately, vehemently
to keep kissing delicately or with powerful intensity,
to whiff our scents and smell endlessly
and to stare at each other lovingly, affectionately.
We caved in to our passion
again and again with exhilaration.
We succumbed to our burning desire so fervently
like we used to do, but why so quietly?
There were no words spoken, uttered.
Only the look in his eyes asserted
he was saying farewell, goodbye.
I woke up alone and wondered why.
Several months later, I knew why.
His friend told me he had a heart attack and died
that time when he came in my dream
to say his final goodbye that seemed
so real sharing me one more night
of passion and desire that felt so right.
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