Something New

Hands warm and strong
While memory still holds and while body still has warm
Strength coiled deep into the flesh of
Belly, hips, shoulders and thighs.
Lips caress as slowly fires smother smoulder under my skin
When all you do is look at me
You hold my hand as no one else has
Soft, caring, gentle, but with the undertones of
Disaster to those who bring harm to the ones that you
Love.

We have only one weekend
At the same time we have so many moments
To look back on.
Remember;

seagulls,
Blush wine
Quentin Tarentino
Learning new things about ourselves