…touching your breast through your clothes as we kissed long and passionately in an elevator where I worked. What sweet naughty fun we had.
From “I Wonder If She Knew” by David L. Weatherford
Did she know I loved her profoundly and unconditionally, not just for her loveliness, sexiness, or intelligence
(all of which I adored),
but more for the grace and goodness that defined her essence to me;
and that I marveled at how animals, children, and adults (young and old)
were drawn to her gentle warmth like flowers to the morning sun?
Did She Know?