Loves come along and stays for a short time. Pay attention! |
That song, do we dare take a dangerous chance slip our skins roll back years hold each other so close again? No words needed our bodies speak. Heat beneath his hands we always fit together in sweet familiar lands. His scent for two decades sent chills up my spine, Chivas, Omegas and Calvin Klein. Nights born of passionate lovemaking. As I breastfed our redheads, his eyes seek mine. Twirling me on the dance floor, His possessive hands pull me close. Our marriage was crazy hours, ambitions, egos, excuses became old. Presence isn't letters, candy, or flowers. I melt like honey sliding down a jar. Lips whisper like so many times before; "Do you remember, Punkin?" He reminds me of fire bursts as freckled gentle hands stroke me first. I will always have precious memories of satin nights, secrets as best friends. Cherished family times no one can replace. Over years, I believe we both can see we needed to break free. Do we become the people society says we are meant to be? Not merely a three minute melody. A fully formed, carefully created exquisite symphony. Maybe spontaneous perfection is better left alone. Love is like a wild splendid rose spied once in a field of weeds and stones. Act swiftly, life's river flows. By Kathie Stehr |