I surveyed the wreckage of the hotel room, reminiscing over the last few days, lingering images of the tantalizingly long and sultry nights.
I was overwhelmed by the sadness of what came next. I watched the sleeping woman next to me, knowing that we both had to return to the reality of obligations. Responsibilities to be that good wife and husband with families that didn't include each other.
How was I going to go back to that meager existence that was solely sustained by obligation?
We knew that it would come to this. It was a pivotal moment that you can't run from but only give into to. Passion that was so undeniable, palatable and tangible that it couldn't be ignored.
A moment that you knew was wrong but consequences be damned, you had to sate the raging fire. You had to feel, taste and reciprocate that carnal passion you know would drip from the corners of your mouth like a ripe peach on a hot summer's day, warm honey sliding down your tongue...the slow, hot deep kiss of the sweetest sin.
The slow burn of a fire that smolders and with a whispered breath, reignites white hot flames that burn your soul to ashes….. Shivers of skins, sensual moans stolen from hungry mouths, hands that speak to your soul like a vapor that would evaporate with a hint of intention.
Just as I imagined it would be….everything that I knew it could be with agonizing visceral knowledge that it was the last time that I would be here. With this creature that haunted my mind, infiltrating the crevasses of my heart like wisps of smoke and of fire, preparing to consume and ravage everything in its path.
As I close the door behind me, so does my heart