Sweet Temptation

I am sitting in the shade whiles watching him work. He picks the engine apart with silent patience and then he puts it back together again. The engine does not start and he picks it apart again. Sweat is pearling down the tanned skin on his back and I struggle to resist the urge to touch him. Every now and then he glances in my direction with a boyish grin. The heat carries mirages of the words that have to stay unspoken, memories of stolen kisses in the shelter of the dark. Through the distance between us I can feel the scent of him and remember the comfort of resting in his arms. For a brief moment the illusion comes to life in my imagination, soothing, tempting and still ever so forbidden. A rush of air brings the sensation of his lips on mine, and I remember how it feels to run my fingers through his hair.
One word, one little move, and it can all be mine again.

The memory of his eyes haunts me.

I can't stop wondering what it would be like, to see myself mirrored through his eyes once more. One more stolen moment, one more plunge into the dark swirling rapids of passion that we shared. The scent of his naked skin follow me as I walk down memory lane and remember the soft kisses his lips placed om my breasts.  Raw and sincere lust, no complications and no other intentions, I wonder how life had been if we had not crashed and burned. Would the flame still be burning or would it have faded as it was strained through the sands of time.
I still look for him even though I know he's not here anymore, I hope to see him even when I know that it's for the best if I don't. Still, I wonder what it would be like to touch him one more time...

His smiling eyes haunts me.

Twinkles in the dark corners of my mind and taunts me. Memories of otherwise forgotten passions, softly touching the strands of my tattered soul. I know you... No, I knew you. I knew how to play you like an instrument so perfectly tuned to play my song. I knew how to make you smile and I knew how to make you cry... but I never knew how much you really meant to me, until after you were gone. I never got to tell you all those things that mattered and now it's too late. You're not him, he's not you. He's a reminder of something that should never have been, and now I'm captivated by his charm, trapped by his boyish smile and spellbound the shy look in his eyes. Collateral damage in a war he never even knew existed.

The soft sound of words slowly entering my mind.

A slight shiver runs through my memories and for a short while I can feel the excitement of life again. A thrill of interest and a blush on my skin as my imagination runs away with my sanity for a brief moment. Such an interesting man, such an intriguing personality, I want  to play with him like a cat plays with its prey. Poke him and make him bleed, tease him and then enjoy his pain.

The moment fades, the sanity returns and I politely reply while gently ignoring his boyish smile and inviting flirtatious move.