She stood, without any clothes, in the centre of the floor. His eyes knew every curve, but still he wanted to trail a path down her spine. Let his hands explore the contours of her body. Needing to feel the warm skin through the tips of his fingers.

Planting kisses along the line of the collarbone, he would bury himself in the arch of her neck. He could feel her ruffle his hair as he slid down from the hollow. Filling his mouth. Waiting to hear the tiny uttered cry. "Love me".

The tip of his tongue tasted the sweetness of her skin. As she slept, he would nuzzle his face into her hair, lifting a single strand away from the brow. Breathing in her scent, he traced the softness of her mouth. Watching the corners twitch into a smile, as he enfolded her in his arms.

Lying there naked on the wooden floor, he knew his mind had lied to his body.

It had to be the last time, for she was cold to his touch, unyielding to his caresses.

He lifted the small figure in both hands, flinging it hard against the wall. Knowing his dreams were as broken as the fragments of porcelain that exploded across the floor.