Respect+by+Aretha+Franklin

Like the eight year-old skipping home on first day of summer, I bounded into his arms in a fling of limbs and laughs.

Girlie giggles and that innocent smile, a real passion, that’s what the books say. Don’t worry, it’s what I think too.

No need for second guesses, second chances or a double-take… all taken care of with a single kiss, that’s all I need from him.