Utopia

Your kiss unfolded her like a mysterious book. Sensual and tender, it spoke of longing and need. Your embrace held her like a weeping willow and she wouldn't, couldn't let go. When she looked into your eyes, they looked right back at her and you held on to that,that gaze amidst the intimacy. And then, kissed again.

What mood swirled like a slow moving dervish in that room, that day? What seized you and you surrendered to it? Was it a kiss goodbye, or intended to be? If you ask her what it was to her, she doesn't know..yet. But not goodbye. No,never that.

Perhaps a promise, a commitment made. Perhaps an acknowledgment of what had past. The kiss was a confirmation, a question mark, a conundrum. And she needed more of it.