Cold Coffee

He haunts me in my dreams. Visions of skin and eyes and smiles and touch. Moments of bliss. Flesh. The flesh so strong. Overruling any sane thought straining to be heard. He is close to me. When I close my eyes, and my dreams roam unrestrained. We are together and I love him and he loves me. And then I wake.

The coffee is cold.

2 thoughts on “Cold Coffee

  1. I have had this kind of intense and passionate love with my second husband. We were hardly ever able to stay away from each other. His problem was he could be this way with more than just me. Sad, but true.

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