Moment

I stood before you once

In a dream

Where I had little clothing

And I taunted you

Mostly with words

But also with my action.

I ran my hand down your chest

While looking into your eyes

Then asked you

If you wanted me.

There are much deeper questions

In moments of intimacy

Than what we are seemingly saying.

 

I laid in your arms one morning

In a moment I will never forget.

I asked you if you would just hold me

You said yes

I said “promise you will never let go.”

 

Have you ever let go?