prompt: ..."able to respond again, remembering..."

able to respond again, remembering
what it feels like to be
skin to skin
his hands on my breasts
remembering
smooth skin
sliding across me like milk
like silk
like teenaged quickening
that never matures, but stays
rooted
in that love at first sight
the Sun of that Summer afternoon
caught forever
above the ridge line
illuminating a romance
determined not to set
and yet...even after all the years
the intent behind his grin
colors my innocence at each return