He came into my life years ago,
when I was just a young girl who loved his long hair and leather jacket.

He was the first one to stay, to be there for me and my brother in ways no man ever has.

Life tore us apart, but we never stopped loving and missing him.

When I lay eyes on him ten years later, the love that was buried inside me, longs to surface.

But now it demands more.

Heat, passion, need.