Mad Passionate Love

She could not take her eyes from his.
Drowning in the dark passion within she felt her soul quake with knowing.
He was going to touch her. Claim her.
His skin would touch hers and she would dissolve into liquid heat.

Her tongue slid along her lower lip as he approached.
Stalking her.
She wanted to be taken down like prey.
Wanted his passion to be wild and untamed.

Goose flesh sprung out all over her skin in anticipation.
She had to move. Had to or explode.
One step towards him. Oblivious to all that was around..
Her fingertips finally met his and their hands entwined.

Nothing gentle here. Just fierce desire.
A whisper from his lips that said, "Mine."
Then he claimed her.
Lips crashing down to make her submit to his will.

Her free hand slid into his hair and tangled there.
Glorious tremors of desire washed over her skin.
His tongue sliding into her mouth and she met his with her own.
Tasting him and reveling in coming home.

His body molded to hers and she felt his taunt desire.
Hands all free now and needing to touch more.
Exploring skin so they could melt as one.
Lost in the rediscovery of one another. It had been so long.

He was a master thief.
He had stolen her heart years ago.
Now today he stole her breath.
She was lost within the sensations of mad passionate love.