A lash of anger and fury
Slaps across the face,
Sending her stumbling to the ground.
His bitter look softens;
Eyes grow wide and wet.
His skin turn white and pale.
Holding out his hand, she takes it,
Teary-eyed and sobbing though she is.
They stand, gazing into each other's emotions.
He;holding her around the waist.
She; embracing his neck.
Slowly, he pulls her toward him,
Steadying her shaking back with a firm, warm, hand.
She glides effortlessly, cradling his neck in the cup of her hands.
Slowly, she reaches him, nervous and tentative
Her body, warm, soft, welcoming the romance that awaits him.
The heave of anxious breath.
The rise and fall of firm breast against chest.
Hearts beating as one.
Lips touch in glorious song.
Tongue grazing lip;
Lip inviting tongue.
Roaring nerves,
Ravenous senses.
They beg for more; they delight in passion.
When mouths become one and tongues combine,
They begin to truly talk.
Not by sound,
Nor speech,
Nor Sight.
But rather touch and taste.
The message is clear:
"Whatever happened, I've forgotten.
Forgive me where I've wronged.
Just remember I will always love you.
No matter what.
No matter what."
