I answered him in wafting romance, exceeding my expectations of anxious insecurity.
Brief moments of erratic sincerity and elevated bliss, he captured my desire for friendship.
Summer nights exchanged with memories of loves once known, I saw only him sitting next to me, indulging my mind with tantalizing tales and gentle compliments.
Fire lit our breaths, our inner secrets exposed to no one, dark surrounded our embrace, his room filled with engaging conversation and an occasional flirty caress.
His kiss fueled my obsession, sex running through my veins, my every thought, he left me craving his tongue in shades of cool water soothing my burn.
I walked away, regretting only that I didn’t stay longer, wearing my smile, holding my pink laced bra, twirling my curls, shattering any hopes of love, truly accepting our relationship for what it was.
© LR 2012