Mirage

He pressed his lips to hers, drinking her deeply as if she were precious water and he had been wandering lost in the Sahara for the longest time. He searched and discovered her body; feeling the arch of her back knowing that it was made for his hands alone. He caressed her smooth pale skin, ran his fingers though her silky hair, stopping to pull her head back so he could quench his thirst.

He felt the heat rise like the midday sun on the desert sands, his hands trembled like the haze on the horizon, his eyes saw only a mirage, he knew that he must be hallucinating for these feelings could not be real, this woman could not be true. She reached out and touched him, and it was so.