Raquelle

I do remember, sweetie, sure I do. I had deduced that there was peace inside your mind concerning me. But, having passed the interview, the probing eyes and tilted ears that formed a portrait of this aspirant you were a mere but crucial foot away from me, whose mind was in a daze, while androgens competed de rigeur for the attention of a hopeful heart. I longed so much it nearly blew a fuse, I prayed to ALL the gods for just one chance, your eyes said yes and there was promise in your smile. I have forgotten who moved first, I really have. But I will never lose the taste of that first kiss. So, who do you think this is for?