Return of the Box

She presses against me from behind
As my fingers slither down
Under her jeans
Around the curves of her ass
Down into the crevice between her legs
Piercing the opening
Into her anxious pool
And I push deep into her
Feeling the silky drips;
Its consistency and texture
How smooth it is to be inside her
And warms me
As I pull her closer to kiss her neck
As I reminded
The last time we saw each other
Twenty years ago
When we danced at her wedding
A youthful longing mixed with jealousy
Knowing I would never feel her this way again.

And here I am...