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Passion can be rekindled, but will it be satisfied?

Tempting Question

by HarryT

She waits in her car I pull up, she climbs in We head to our long-ago favorite place  As before, romantic candlelight glow Dinner and we clink wine glasses Remembering our passionate past   She looks into my eyes Her cheeks a soft blush Her whisper a sorrowful tone “You know we can’t linger; I have to get back to him.”   On the way to the car I take her hand our Fingers desperately entwine     We climb into my convertible Summer wind blows, top down night Sliver moon and diamond stippled sky Oldies on the radio, memories flow   Her legs curled on the leather seat My hands grasping the steering wheel Her perfumed brown hair blowing free Right hand reaches and strokes her knee   Enter Eastgate One stoplight town Sign on the right Vacancy burns   I touch her face Cradle her chin Search her eyes   “Shall, I turn in?”