Watching him from above, she wonders if he’s wishing upon a star. The same star she wished on to see him again.
He watches the shooting star streak across the night sky. He remembers her eyes always twinkled like a million stars.
She is the wind. Gently fluttering around him like butterfly kisses.
Enveloped in the warm breeze. He can hear her laughter as chimes sway in the distance.
The scent of warm honey lingers. He is reminded of the taste of their first kiss. Her soft curves and how her skin quivered with anticipation of every kiss there after.
Her lips brush his, before nipping down. Leaving a sting of everlasting need and desire.