Respect

It’s been a while, my you’ve grown
I’m still the same size as last you saw me. If anything I’m smaller
A shake of the head to imply that understanding cannot be imparted and the moment moves on.

It starts with talking, something normal, and something equal
It starts with a glance, sizing up, seeing the change
Knowing not the hidden thoughts of the other things remain at that point and the moment moves on.

I was sixteen
It’s been… Wow
A brief hug and a deep smile; hints of the past pass through and the moment moves on.

Out into the world, looking to discover sweets
Discovery of a need, but 8 things block the way
The number is argued but in joviality and another encounter with the past, though to stick with pattern the moment moves on.

Back inside speaking slowly
Speaking softly, pictures shown and hunger passes
Beginning the activity the process is begun and after a time, that too passes when the moment moves on.

Following food dishes are done without the request bringing much surprise.
Following on with the subtle presses outward flirting is ensued
Knowing not the hidden thoughts of the other, but seeing more, the moment moves on.

Hand at the knee
Sitting in the soft, it has been decided and without much it happens

Sudden warmth, not once but twice and the effect it has is not like another, sadly the moment moves on.



Happy but frustrated
Unable to execute the usual games from the sensations
For once being carried along, happy and content, things are just as they were at parting, only more maturely understood even though the moment moves on.

Knowing of the weak points, nothing changes
Respect is passed and it settles down into laying and watching

So much warmth it is hard to let go, but for safety and promises it is left and the moment moves on.