I remember that night not vividly, but excitedly.
Awakened by his wildness, his quiet freedom, his lack of care.  
I remember watching him maneuver between structures like an animal uncomfortable being confined by anything man-made.  
Cautious, watching, going after only what it needs.
I remember feeling his scent through my entire body.
Each inhale filled with adrenaline and abandon that dripped into my lungs making my heart pound.
I remember him peering at me through a curtain of thick black lashes.  
Accentuating fierce almond brown eyes with golden tones reminiscent of the sunsets we'd both known so well.
The moment he was close, my skin piqued with the heat of the desert that ran through our bloods.
His hands gliding across my back freeing my ******* in a snap before his mouth demanded to be met.
I remember being lifted onto a cool metal work table only for a moment before incandescently melting into the scorching ****** of him.
Holding on and letting go.
Riding his freedom.
Tasting his heat.
Feeling his wild.
Losing the me this world sees
Liquifying into the connectedness
Of the memories of we both craved
What we both ached for.
Becoming the sand and the sky
The red earth and painted desert
Our heated breath amplifying into thunderous purple clouds.
Sweat dripping down our bodies like a craved desert rain.
Until the monsoon took us over and left us quivering.
Relishing in the freedom.
The wild....
I think there might have been music playing somewhere in the background that we laughed about later...but I can't remember for sure.