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.