You never knew if she carressed you
or if it was her carressing grasp
her way of beguiling you
insisting that you like it
that you agree to it
despite your common sense
caution
to flee.
Part of you was fascinated
part a bit afraid
partly wanting to resist
this forwardness in her
her confidence
in assuming that
I would agree.
Her breath on mine
the two mingled
too warm
too close
yet I needed
to experience it
feel what came next
in our little story
of defining
whether my
risng fear
would swell
into existence
or would be be waylaid
by my own need to grasp
her
to see if I could shake
her being;
perhaps to her core
and I decided upon
the latter,
guiding her hand
to my shoulder
to see if it would
follow
holding her
close
to see if she
would be shy
or be bold.
She felt stronger
than I realized
more substantial
larger than I had guessed
and I did not guide her
to me
rather than glided
to her
and she hesitated
because my hands
moved slowly
around her waist.
A waist it was
and light
as if she anticipated
my move
my guidance
to where
the moon awaited.
Her hand
in mine;
we moved
side by side
through couples
around us
beckoned
by the waiting moon.
I could smell the lilacs
the jasmine too
and we both
took in the perfume
breathing deeply.
To be continued
