I just stumbled over this piece that I wrote about an experience I had almost this time last year. It’s a lil poem to commemorate my time with him. I never actually finished it, there’s a bit more that happened. I don’t know why I stopped. Maybe I’ll finish it if someone would like it? Either way, here goes nothing…
The excitement is ever present
The giddiness in my heart
I refuse to acknowledge it
Because then he would feel it too
My breast to his chest
Our shared breath
My hands in his hair
His hands around my waist
Lightly feeling for what’s underneath
How did I get here? What am I doing?
I tell him to undress me
And not just with his eyes
He approaches me so sweetly
I’m his dirty girl
With his hands roaming endlessly
Until they settle around the back of my head
He pulls me in firmly to put his mouth onto mine
My shirt slips over my head
Hands now trace my spine leaving shivers
Is this what desire is? Have I just now met it?