Our second date
At her home on the beach
Her fireplace warming a chilly night
But it never happened

We shared the sunset
Drinking the spirits of our soul
And we embraced
But it didn’t happen

I saw into her soul
And the words flew from my mind
Attaching themselves to her walls
Yet it wasn’t happening

I tasted her nectar
Sweet, succulent, delicious
And it filled me with her
Though it wasn’t supposed to happen

Her warmth comforted me while we slept
And on the morning after our second date
I, again, was filled with her
But it couldn’t have happened

We shared, we loved, we touched
Passion took us where we wanted to go
And we knew it was still there
Then, without explanation, it happened