One cold winter evening, the lovers rekindled the fire of their passion. Patrick had come to meet his love just as he had years before. Once reunited, the two seemed to act as if they'd never been apart. Still so much in love even with all the years that had separated them.
Patrick prepared a fire for their romantic interlude, while Jenna was busy preparing the meal they would share for this joyous occasion. Patrick had started a wonderful fire which he knew would burn for them most of the evening, than he laid a blanket out across the floor in front of the fire where they would sit and eat there meal. He suddenly remembered something.....
He had wanting things to be a little more romantic for this special reunion. He turned the corner, slowly and quietly peeking around to check too see that Jenna was still preoccupied with what she'd been doing. Upon seeing her selecting glasses for the bottle of wine he had picked up earlier that day, he hurriedly rushed to the bedroom. When he reached the bedroom, he opened his bag, pulled out a velvet sack and opened it. Inside were rose petals which he scattered across the bed, along a path on the floor, to the doorway. There were candles everywhere which he lit one by one until the room had a soft glow about it.
He glanced around the room to make sure everything was just as he'd planned, it needed to be perfect.
Patrick returned to the living room just in time, Jenna was rounding the corner just as he'd sat down on the sofa. She looked at him, a smile appeared on her face when she saw him sitting there waiting for her. How she'd longed for the moment when the two would be together again, and here he was, with her now.
I'll have dinner out in one sec my love, she said softly as she returned to the kitchen. She returned soon after, a plate in each hand. Patrick had opened the bottle of wine while waiting for her to return, poured them each a glass and set them on the blanket. The lovers ate there meal, talked of the past few years and how much they had missed one another.
After dinner and dessert the two laid in front of the fire cuddling under a chenille blanket. They kissed passionately, with all the longing they'd felt from the years that were stolen from them.
Patrick ran his fingers through Jenna's hair, past her cheek, down her neck and along her entire body. He couldn't get enough of his love, he had wanted her for so long and now she was his.....completely his.
Jenna couldn't take much more. She had waited and wanted him for so long. Now he was here, he was finally hers, there was no mistaking.
She turned to face him, gave him a deep kiss, with all the passion she'd held deep within her for this man. Then, slowly, her lips to his ear........she whispers. My love, take me. I am forever yours. Make love to me, my love.