She leaned and whispered, “I will always love you”.
Her hair softly brushed my cheek. Our lips meet in a kiss as soft as our very first. Hands clasped, fingers woven together like the tapestry of our lives. I gently run my hands along the warm deliciousness of her body. We become one in a moment of ecstasy and delight. Minutes. Hours. I want this to last forever.
I fall asleep to the gentle rhythm of her breathing.
Suddenly I am awake. My hand reaches out and feels the cold emptiness of the bed.
Only in dreams.
In beautiful dreams.
Written by Peter Larsen
Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.