¬†After twenty-five years, she still aches, remembering graduation eve.¬† Wind ruffling the reservoir and his raven curls.¬† Kisses and hands.¬† What if they had been braver, sooner?
“I’m glad we could meet.” His silver-laced hair is wild as ever.
Her blush speaks clearly.¬† His eyes question.¬† She surrenders.
She opens to him, letting him drive her into fever.¬† In flames, she dreams of ravishment.
He impales her.¬† She savors his roughness.¬† Then their connection fades.¬† She lies beneath a stranger.
Tears of regret gather.¬† He jerks his hips. She strokes his hair sadly as her dream evaporates.