First attempt at flash fiction based on the Women's Web contest

Blue winding Moroccan alleys, flower blossoms scattered across a field, fragrant souqs.. So many images filled her heart as she kept looking at the aeroplane vanishing into a fine grain on that orange canvas. 

It had been a decade since she had travelled to all the romantic places she had dreamed of.
Drained by the full time juggling between her job and motherhood, she decided, travel is the balm for her tired soul.

Refreshed by the thought, she slurped the last drop of coffee, and started getting her passport and camera ready for her first ever solo trip. 

When the musk wafts across the room as he enters
And his heavy breath lulls my racing heart
When his clumsy hands undress me hastily
When his fingers drum on my bare back
Or touch me as though strumming the right strings
When our embrace tightens through the night
When he gives me a naughty pinch as though feeling a freshly baked bun
When a spiced moment leaves a wet taste of the savored kisses,

I get bathed in waters of a  frothing ocean.
An ocean that knows no bounds.

Your soul already has moulded a new me out of my molten heart.
If you create moments like these, imagine what would be of this drenched spirit, so deeply submerged in your love.
I'd have memories I simply can't wring off.