...and to my husband for inspiring meTime is our enemy, hours pass tediously.Patiently, we wait for our stolen moment;our chance to reconnect.Knowing glances, fleeting touches, teasinginnuendos of passion, promises of pleasure.At last, our sentence of separation is served.Forms gravitating towards each other.We collide; fabric falls, raining kisses,heated breaths.Bodies intertwined, damp with desire.We taste each other, b...