Sweet memories

[sweety]

I was lit with a fire and passion when he kissed me with his full red lips.
Aroused, I moved my fingers through his lustrous thick hair.
I remembered the first time I met the tall, handsome young man
with those sparkling almond-shaped blue eyes,
full of devilment and excitement,
wearing tight denim jeans and white T-shirt
that showed off his strong, golden-tanned arms.
Suddenly he was overcome with wild desire.
Fire was running through our veins,
unable to resist me, he was in my arms,
we were rolling and wooing on the green sloping grass.
His fingers caressing me, titillating my very being,
till we became one with the cadence.
After we were married, it all faded.....

[Delta40]

I would be interested in the part 'After we were married, it all faded....' because I hear mourning and loss in this final line. It is a sweet memory but life is much more than a page out of a Harlequin Romance. I think showing the transformation of desire to everydayness would be much more challenging but also a richer read.

[sweety]

@ Delta40
For the life after marriage please read: “A quiet evening in with the missus” from
MANICHAEAN
Thanks for reading and commenting.
S