Your soft mouth closes around mine, full lips swelling as hot passion overwhelms us, both gasping as we inhale each other, tongues dancing a torrid tango.
Teeth clash as our ardour grows; fingers grasp hair, tastebuds tingle.
Finally tearing ourselves apart, we gaze deeply into each other’s eyes, dark with desire, sparkling with lust.
Hands grab desperately at clothes, rapidly undressing each other, running eager hands over soft naked flesh.
Opening my eyes, I catch a glimpse in the mirror of a weary old lady sitting in her rocking chair.
Rivulets of tears cascade down her cheeks at the distant memory of once upon a time.