I asked her
As I held her
In a gentle embrace
Whispering
Into the softness
Of her ear
Will my lips
Ever experience
The sweetness
Of your ambrosia
Again?
She kissed me tenderly
With a snide Mona Lisa
Smile
Stating “we will see”
Leaving me standing there
With a smile upon my face
And anticipation
I n my heart.
Blessings,
Christine
Love ya!
Jane