Oblivion

She woke up, and felt his strong body beside her. She loved the way he looked when he slept. He was handsome, charming and gentle. Barely touching him, she traced out his remarkable collar bone and reached up to his tender lips. She ached to kiss those beautiful, soft, gentle red lips. She smiled softly at that thought. She kissed him good morning then, a tender kiss and yet passionate at the same time. He opened his eyes, smiling, and kissed her back. He did not hold back. He took her in his arms then, leaving her no choice but to breathe the same hot air he did until her lips were bruised up. He whispered her name in her ears like a secret forbidden to be heard by none but her. Oh! How she loved the way he said her name like she was his goddess. She pulled away and stared at his eyes with intensity. She saw the animalistic lust in them, she saw the poignant love he had for her, and she saw him. Then she closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss him and woke up in her bed, broken, hopeless and alone holding on to the last letter he wrote.