Her Story (Part 3)
As you move closer to me, I feel your hand reach for mine once more, and I smile thinking how lovely it is to finally meet you and see you
and breathe you.
Your eyes are shaded with colors of passion and hues of anticipation, and I say too quietly for you to hear, “Kiss me, taste me,” but my eyes suggest otherwise as I look away.
I have lost the urgency to rush because I’m hoping we have forever, and I just want to enjoy where we are now before we get to where we will be next.
Then you whisper my name, and my breath quickens as I realize that in this moment all I know is this want and this wait.