It started
with a glare.
A look into the future,
Which both could see,
Setting off a flare,
Could it really be?
Then a touch of your hair,
An unsaid promise,
"I swear."
No more could I bare,
Nothing more to wear.
But the flesh,
Stinging so adequately,
Like a bee,
Oh the glee,
Of finally feeling you,
Feeling me.
