It was never about sex.
It was however, about the thrill of holding hands,
Of being close to someone.
Of feeling the warmth of that first, tender kiss.
In a life where kissing was a rarity.
It was about being seen, of being recognized
Of feeling the power of being a woman.
It was about feeling alive once again.
Of being held, and being caressed,
Of being wanted.
It was about passion, and excitement
Of anticipation, and walking in the moonlight.
And though it may have been wrong,
It felt so right.