A. JILL GAEBEL

A. Jill Gaebel
© 1/2003

She remembers a time long ago
when she reveled in her hand being held.
An arm around her waist
or a sweet pressing of lips to hers
could live for days in her dreams.
Butterflies and rapid heartbeats were easily induced,
and she found them fantastically satisfying.
Such innocent pleasures belonged to one
who had knowledge of nothing more.

Maturity eventually found and claimed her,
and experience set innocence aside.
The holding of hands has been embellished
with the sensual burn of fingers that trace and explore.
The arm around her waist now pulls her close
that she may melt in passion’s grip.
The sweet pressing of lips linger and probe,
and butterflies turn to flame.
Her body is consumed by a sensuous fire
that is as exciting and pure as her first innocent kiss.