He heard the silent lingering pleas
Incomplete and filled with pain.
Tasted the sweet sugary stickiness
her lips made when pressed against his.
~*~
Her weak moans of delight riding in the
night air, days after her smooth jazzy
touch melted from his mind...
Remembering
that day, 
of that night, 
of that month, 
of that year. 

When she appeared abruptly &
evaporated as steam rising 
from a boiling kettle of 
fear with a bit of indifference. 
~*~
Mysteriously drawn to the depth 
of her big brown eyes...
There he made a home, and 
questioned the nature of 
her saddness...
~*~
That was seven long years ago, 
oddly enough for her it was
seven minutes too late..