Sometimes...

Romance is just…
A yes, a no, a maybe so, A "Can I touch?""A little… not much…"Even teeth biting a ripe lipA wistful glance, a Freudian slip.
Sometimes it's 
A touch of handsA breathless kissA shy suitorWalking out of the mist. A thumb on a cheekboneA carefully held chairA blush when somebodySees what's "down there!"
Help with a homework,A well-timed joke.Not going dutch treatCause a friend is broke.
A sandwich made after a long hard day.A warmth in your bed that won't go away.
A caressAnywhereThe stroke of a hipSmoothing of a flankTongue tip tracingThe upper thigh.
Or a giggled, "Not yet."Or a blushing "Goodbye."
Sometimes it's a drive in the twilightSummer breeze in your faceWarm hand on your knee.
Or someone else getting upTo turn off the TV.
Sometimes it's, "I've got the kids."Or "I want kids."Or "I'd rather have you."
Sometimes it's a dog.Or a cat. Or two.
A give, a take, a thrust, a come.A sure knowledge somebody's gonna get some.The body in your bed being your only home.Not having to wake up alone.
Sometimes romance is…A quiet momentAn afternoonA gasp, a moan, in a locked bedroom.
Sometimes it's a kiss in the dark,Half awake,Random body partsOrgasm!  Sleep.
Sometime it's a text without reason.Or a smiley face.Or a trouncing in Words.Or a phone call, to say hiTo just make sure.
Sometimes it's nothingBut not being alone.
Sometimes that's all.That's everything.It's the only thing known.
Sometimes…Romance is.