Honey, I'm home

He held her close and whispered in her ear, "The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again,"

The feel of his demanding body and the heat of his warm breath caused her to shiver in anticipation of his next words and the movement of his hands.

What would he say next?  Where would his hands roam?  Should she encourage him or pull away?  She wanted to feel his touch,  She wanted to hear his words.  she had dreamed of him...of his touch...his voice. 

But, the dream had faded   He hadn't returned as he promised and now she was wed to another.

She gently pushed him away.

He wondered why?

Her voice trembled. Tears washed her cheeks.  She did not try to hide them nor wipe them away.  She turned from him.

He ask again, "Why?"

She turned, hers tears still falling.  "I could not bear the pain of you leaving me again and you know you would"


written for "Carry on tuesday"