The embrace is tender, the soft touch a comfort, the kiss a balm that soothes my trepidation, fears lost to the pit of memory.
Released from this embrace, I await the next.
Intrigued by a kind countenance I hold my glance a moment too long. My stare returned to me, enhanced, by a smile that hints an invitation but doesn’t calm the apprehension that tingles ominously in my chest.
I reach out, my gesture accepted, my embrace matched with warmth, my kiss met with passion, doubts lost to memory.
I release this embrace already eager for the next.