ou lay quietly in the dark yearning to be touched. Your heart aching for the passion that faded so many years ago. The breathing of your husband reminds you of the many nights you have lain beside him while feeling alone. To have and to hold left your marriage long ago.

You are a good woman who always put her family first to make sure everyone else was happy. But at times like this, you know there must be more to life. You so badly desire the touch of a caring man. It has been so long. Your eyes moisten. Intimacy should not be this important, after all, you are getting older, but your passion still burns bright within. You so badly need to be desired again. Your tears begin to flow, your breathing turns to quiet sobs.

Wearing only your robe, you walk quietly through this now stifling house. Your family is content, but the woman inside needs more. You look at the time and then open the door. You step out inhaling the fresh night air hoping to cool this burning ache within.

Under this amorous moon, the night is alive with passion. Crickets are calling, a tree frog croaks for his lover. All over this world, people are making love. Other women are being fulfilled in the arms of their lovers.

All you desire is a good man to fill this emptiness within. In your imagination you feel his touch, his gentle caress. Then his strong hands sliding passionately over your smooth skin as he envelops you in his arms. You open your very being to him and then gasp as he touches your soul.

You breathe deep trying to draw in the moment as long as you can before your spirit again withers in the cool night air.

Your family means more to you than life itself, but you have given of yourself until there is only an empty ache within. You were born to be passionate, to share the warmth of your touch, but your life is slipping away, never to return

Searching the night, you walk faster. You are taking this small part of your life back. Before you leave this world, you are going to live again. You are going to fulfill the woman you were born to be.

You check the time and as you glance up, he steps out of the moon shadows. Could he be? Heart racing, you hardly breath. His loving eyes seem to look into your heart, then he beckons and you know. As he opens his spreading cloak, you are irresistibly drawn. For him, you are opening more than your robe. You touch ever so gently, your chilled nipples pressing through the soft hair of his chest. As his warmth flows into you, a quiver builds from deep within until ecstasy shakes your very soul. Your heart is pounding as you inhale his masculine scent. Then as his cloak envelops you, your spirit is drawn into the warmth of his heart. He is yours as you are for him. You tip your head back and kiss, the tingling heat of passion flows down until you throb.

You grow weak as without a word he lifts you in his arms and together you are gone until the pink glow warms the morning sky.

The feel of your house is familiar as you make sure your family is safe. Then you curl up content knowing you are fulfilling the woman you were born to be.