softly I sleep, tortured by memories

There wasn't a cloud in the sky as I stood upon the balcony, enjoying the view of the stars. I could have stayed there forever, but the humidity threatened to consume me, just as the thoughts of you always have done. causing the satin of my nightgown to press against my skin. As I walked back through the French doors I noticed how cool it was in the place I once called our bedroom. I never could sleep if I was hot. Having turned the fan up all the way, I tucked myself into bed, snuggling against the pillow where your head used to rest.  I closed my weary eyes and as I lulled off to sleep, there you were standing fresh out the shower with a towel wrapped around your waist. Water dripping from your dark hair, running down your brown muscled legs, leaving the floor wet from your presence. Standing in that position you called your sexual pose. (It always made me laugh.) You made your way over to the bed where I was lying like a tiger ready to pounce on your prey, you moved slowly towards me. I could feel your hot breath, the touch of your lips working their way up the inside of my leg, your strong hands feeling their way like a blind man searching for a safe haven. You were on top of me now; I could smell the scent of shower gel on your skin and taste it on your lips as you kissed me. I loved the way you kissed me, so sensual but with a need to fill every desire. I reached up and touched your face, neatly shaved; running my fingers through your wet hair. Suddenly I was startled awake by the ringing of the phone, leaving me alone in the room again, with only the essence of the dream to haunt me1

In a daze, I reached for the phone and said "hello", wondering who it could be calling at 2am2

I broke into laughter as a familiar manly voice answered "this is your early morning wake up call" He always did this when he was away at work.3

“Oh well thank you, can you ring back in half an hour when this good looking young man leaves?” I said smirking.4

“Cheating on me now are you? Is he good?” he said, with amusement in his voice.5

“Well I have had better, but he’ll do until my boy friend comes home. You see he is working away at the moment and I have to pass away the time until his return.” I started to laugh.6

“How are you babe?” He asked in a hushed tone, I could tell something wasn’t right.7

“I’m good, was sleeping, but glad you rang. How are you?”8

“Missing you.” He sighed, barely audible 9

“I miss you too, when are you coming home?” I asked.10

“Not for a good while yet, so much work to be done out here it is ridiculous.” Just as he said that the doorbell rang. “Someone’s at the door, hold on.”11

Who will be calling round at this time of the morning?” he asked12

“I don’t know, hold on, I’ll go answer it.”13

“Be careful, check to see who it is first okay?”14

“I Will. You can come with me anyways.” I rose out of bed and put on a T-shirt and made my way to the door.15

I put my eye up to the spyglass but there was no one there, I slowly opened the door as far as it would allow me with still having the chain on and peeked through the small gap. There was a bouquet of roses on the doorstep.  I took the chain off and stepped out into the early morning air to retrieve them. Just as I was picking them up, someone stood in front of me, my heart started to pound. I didn’t want to look up, but I did.16

A tall guy stood in front of me, dressed in jeans and T-shirt with a duffel bag over his right shoulder. “Hey babe thought I’d give you a surprise.” His smile was as white as ever, eyes that glowed like they always did when I looked into them. He reached out his hand too help me up. “You know you shouldn’t answer the door at this time of night.”17

“I know, but I was hoping it would have been my prince charming, anyways its okay, I have some handsome hunk on the other side of the phone.” We were both smiling at each other by this point.18

As I stood up I came to meet him eye to eye. “So how long you home for?”19

“Just a day or two, just enough time I guess.”20

He bent in and kissed me pulling me towards him with his strong hands. “I’ve missed you.” He gently whispered.21

“I missed you too.” He lifted me up and we went into the house.22