Love For a Fortnight

She visited me in my dreams for a fortnight; the length and soft texture of her hair brushing against my face as we kissed passionately. The scent of her, like the scent of a thousand fields of white and cream gardenias in beautiful array, intoxicating my soul as we slow danced to a beautiful concerto composed by the heavenly angels. Passionate words of love were whispered as I held her tightly; the warmth of her bosom against my chest causing my heart to flutter as she stunned me with her femininity and beauty. I was wrapped in her love and affection. I had known her intimately, and the passionate moments we shared was something to be written of in the stars. She had moved me. In tender longing I reached for her again to feel her warmth and love, but she wasn’t there. I searched for her in my dreams with fervor and much intensity, but she was nowhere to be found. Alas, the fifteenth day had come.