Contented, she looked outside her bedroom window; the marks of the raindrops selectively painting themselves on the clothes of those caught outside as they ran helter-skelter back home, the wind so strong it made the trees tremble, and the clouds so dark they instantly created a somewhat gloomy mood. She could think of no one but him to spend an evening under a storm with.

She clenched a fist so hard you could see her veins: This time not for a fight but to keep at bay the raging crave she had for him. He was a stone throw away, in the kitchen, preparing her favourite delicacy as his queen took her long steam bath. “Pure bliss!” she thought, her memory bringing back the roller coaster she had been through in her life concerning love.

She had a made-up belief that love was best found in understanding, and her soulmate was nothing short of that. He was the answer that filled her hypothesis. It was not long ago that she lay sleeplessly on her bed for hours, comforting the one person- herself- she thought nobody ever got to understand that well. Suddenly, somehow, feeling like news to her now magical life for the much tranquillity he had filled it with. “Come let’s eat!” he exclaimed excitedly after having tried a couple of times unsuccessfully to bring his wife back to reality for indeed, she was far gone.

He walked towards her, leaned on the bed with one knee as his other leg rested upon the floor, comfortably balancing his body and when he got close enough to where she had snugly sat, placed his arms lovingly around her neck. Right before gently kissing her cheeks flushed from blushing, he whispered into soothingly “ear, “Smells nice, doesn’t it?”

She could barely hold in her ecstatic giggle as goosebumps clearly showed on her revealed skin. The couple could not contain their urge to pounce on each other, and as their lips synced harmoniously, they rubbed all over their enormous bed. Gleefully, she moaned to her strokes, and as their bodies ignited, the king gratifyingly marked his territory all over every little spine on her body.

A picture of satisfaction from the man next to the pillow on her bed being the painting in the mind of the brush painting her life at that particular time; her cheeks are heating up again, not only from the much blushing but also from the ear-to-ear smile she was accustomed to every time she looked into his dazzling eyes that put light into her whole life.

Satisfied, he helped her up. No sooner had she reached out for and put on her robe than they left their affection-filled room for dinner like teenagers in love. The mood was cheerful, and their room smelt redolent from the many products she used during her bubble bath while the scent in the rest of the house was delectable from the mouthwatering dish he had prepared.

Gradually, Lisa opened her eyes. She had sworn that she was over him but why the dreams, why the yearning. The perfect man she had in her dreams faded slowly into the storm. Sobbing silently and clenching onto her bed covers she wished he never comes back.