A Last Love Part 1

Laying next to him, inhaling
his scent
A dream, she dreamed a thousand times
was now reality
She beheld all his beauty
His naked powerful form glistened with sweat
She drew closer, wanting to feel
the beat of his heart
With each beat she felt complete
She closed her eyes, made a wish
open them again
He stared into her soul
everything exposed
this was her love, not first, will
be her last
Catching a tear that had fallen with
his fingertip
He slowly traced her cheek, where
the tear drop had been
Running his finger through her
hair, still holding her in his spell
This was his love
not first, will be his last