The Write Affair that Could Never End

Just when I thought this was over, my feelings grew stronger than the first time. I sit here starring at the screen, hoping that something amazing will just fly across. Wishful thinking huh? These thoughts had been there before, but I knew these feelings and strong desires had become a thing of the past. And yes, well, they had.

But not now. The passion grew stronger as I looked at the clock, debating. I look back at the screen, soaking up every sweet memory, reminiscing on where my fingers met every mind-blowing thought, like a wild passionate kiss. I stare at the clock that keeps changing, yet it still hasn't phased me, the time.

Running wild the beautiful affair that once was. That still is and yet to be fully discovered. There is an awesome feeling blossoming as the clock changes and my eyelids grow heavier. But there is a strong desire to feel that fire burn again and is stronger with every ticking hand. The craving is unbearable.

This love affair was never obsession, because like the sweet fragrance of a rose, it lingers. Then with each new bloom, it's fresh and pure. There is no letting go; this passion is extreme and real. The clock still changes but sleeping could not quench this undeniable passion I desire.

Years of exuberance ready to come alive and I feel this is the beginning of something incredible. This affair that I once thought was so painful has come alive again and I am ready to make it a life long fulfilled fantasy, regardless of the time. Time, it is what it is.

Sweet surrender of passion that starts in my heart and ends at my finger tips... How could I ever depart from thee?