The Kiss....

It had happened some months ago and she had been alone with a drunken him, the wild side showing through like stormy weather.

He had kissed her in the dark water beneath the clear sky, their hair wet and entangled, and she had wanted him for so long it knocked the thoughts from her head and the strength from her body but she found herself pushing him away.

Her heart kicked inside her chest and she was sure he could hear it. She didn't want him like that, she wanted him to be all there and not riding a wave of alcohol induced lust.

That was the last time she had been alone with him in some months...


Later after the winter had come and gone, when the daffodils first nodded their heads in the sunshine, she had called him and went to his apartment.

Her heart beat a furious tattoo in her chest, as she pressed his door bell...

He opened the door and flashed his sly smile and invited her in.

But she could not read his looks and smiles as she once did.

Then he kissed her tenderly on her lips which had parted on their own violition, and this time she didn't push him away......