He comes to her in her dreams,
beautiful eyes flashing.
His mouth so soft at first,
but the more he tastes her desire,
the harder his kisses.
He ravages her body without a spoken word,
his hands and mouth finding no need
to voice what is expected.
She takes him inside,
and feeling him, so deep, so urgent,
she can't help but almost forgive him.
Why is he here?
She can't ask.
What does he want?
To that question,
she does know the answer.
And as he moves inside of her,
she knows it doesn't matter.
What matters is this.
Feeling him inside of her,
filling up the emptiness.
The emptiness she has felt ever since he left her.
What matters is that he makes her so very aware of every sigh,
every sensation, every second that ticks
on the clock.
Every second before she will awaken to an empty room
with no one beside her.