Some passion never dies, and some things are not always what they seem...

She laid back
Her hair cascading
Upon the pillows
Her eyes looking into his

He moved toward her
Unsure if he was dreaming
But of one thing he was sure
As he touched the softness
Of her skin
If this was a dream
It was one he was glad to be in

Her fingers were in his hair
As she pulled him gently to her
Her lips were parted
As hers touched his

Her fragrance filled his senses
She was intoxicating
His head spun as they became one
Never had he felt such passion
He could not get enough of her kisses

He started to speak
To tell her she was his soul mate
But she touched her finger
To his lips
And once again they kissed

No words were needed
Just one touch
And then another
From his wife
His lover