Torrid

So many months had passed
Since we were together…

Separated by the demands of work
And the challenges of life.

But…

Each day that passed,
Only served
To add to the mystique,
As memories were magnified,
As we clung to the last taste
Of one another,

Enduring the pain of separation,
But savoring the delicious fantasy
of reunion.

And now,
Finally,
We’re here,
Finally together,
Finally able to touch,

No one watching,
No one listening,
No one intruding
On our privacy,
And perfect reunion.

The pent-up desire…

The urge for physical release…

The exclamation of reaching
An endpoint…

Reaching our point…

Our culmination…

Is now.

After all these
Months apart,
Maybe we worried
How we would fit.

Maybe we questioned
If we could get it right.

Maybe we were
Embarrassed by the freshness
Of this new,
Old moment.

But this night,
This night of reunion
And romance,

Has proven,
That we still know….

We know how to get it right.

Our bodies lifted,

Our hearts thundering,

Our ache released.

Just purely beautiful,
And complete.

Just totally…

Totally torrid.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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