Sunday Scribblings

One Word

                      ONE WORD

one word                                        one word
and his mind races back           and behind her eyelids
to all of their words        replays their first meeting

                  Do you remember?

one smell                                      one touch
of your perfume, your hair        and my knees went weak
and you intoxicated me          as I melted in your arms

                     I remember...
                      the pleasure
                      was all mine 

                       P. Wanken 

Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt: pleasure.