She Kissed Me Again

Looking into her pair of rainy global eyes, With mine depicting a pool of mist; an impending storm. My arm made an involuntary stretch to her always warm flank so tender. She shoved it away. My eyes stuck on her smooth flawless face, The one I used to carress, Those days begone, I thought my apology was belated. I could say no more, nay cry. I had poured out my heart, sprinkled her with sweetened vowels, with an icing of truth, My word bank ran dry, My convincing smiles were puppet tricks, My voice intonations were toxic mimics, She was reluctant to move a cheek, She was reluctant to move her feet, At last that was a sign. She stared at me with a smile, That legendary smile so preserved, the kind kind of smile only I earned. Those days when our passion was a kiln; A furnace of love driven lust; What a concorsion! Memories reeled like a clip, In my mind, jealous-worthy cuddles, In a moment of unaccounted for shock, I was taken in her arms, those tender fingers that pampered my skin. That simple warmth that made me sweat, That warm breathe that raced mine, That heartbeat that fired up mine, That husky voice that held hostage my soul and mind, That soft touch that erased all doubt. I forgive you. A warm kiss on her lips, was the gratitude I could afford, And yes, She kissed me again.