How far was our kiss from that moment
Between letting go and moving on?
Are we fools to rush in?
Having comfort guilty with involvement
Are we simply seeking warmth in winter
Or is there more within?
How close we were holding that moment
With my interest peaked by your touch
There’s no shame in one hug and one kiss
Or two or three or four
When there’s the silent permission of your inviting lips
Your warmth, your scent and much more
If I lose out on getting to know you
Never forget how I truly adored
That one substance-filled instance
With comfort, caressing and grace
Thank you for opening that door