Flush with the heat of remembering
your hand at my hip.
It was one kiss.
Just the once.
I re-live it every waking moment,
that pure, perfect instant
where I asked for something,
and got it,
without pretense.
I was terrified,
but I made myself do it,
and there it was,
and it was as perfect as I’d hoped, except
you only gave me
what I asked for,
and nothing else.
