Is romance real? I’ve never known it. Not the flattery. Not the doting or pampering. Not the candle light dinners, ending in hot sex. No random flowers. No thoughtful gifts. Not until my 50th.

Ohhh, how I want to swim with him.

A stark reality not as dark, feeling fires crackling with the most captivating, charming cerebral hug.

Creativity playing

such a game

is pure endorphins

exploding emotions

while off and on

repeat behind my eyes,

I’m reliving moments

of romantic ecstasy…

Funny…I guess I’m easy.

Momentum builds on days I force refrain, a precious madness in watching the movement progress to crescendo so slow and powerful. A perfect stranger who seems so very familiar.