100 Word Challenge - Fresh

The following is in response to the 100 Word Challenge authored by the revivified Velvet Verbosity.

His mind went back to a time, when lithe young bodies held each other in slender arms, cradled each other with emotion that protected both of them from any thought of danger, harm, future or commitment. They wrapped each other in the arms of young love, flowering love, the bright bloom of that love blinding them to naught but each other. The keening in their chests for each other, the yearning in their loins for each other, drowning out the voice of concern for where they might be, who might see, who would hear. A time when love was fresh.

This is the second post on this day, Sunday. This post means that Monday's post will come late in the day. Short-lived. A 'Nothing' post. And then Tuesday's post will come at 12:01 AM Tuesday morning. And so will subsequent posts - 12:01 AM. That way I will be sure to publish the next episode on time.

You would like that, right?