| Your hand slipped slowly, shyly in between the layers of denim and red 100% one-size-fits-all cottons to find me there, yearning and tightening at the touch of you. Your fingers seemed to know what to do and I allowed you to, but only for a moment until my body had to shift out of your reach. I clenched my eyes and my stomach and my everything just to feel you there a little longer. And I understood then what it meant to want something with my whole body; with every morsel of me. And I did.. want you, I mean.. with my whole body. Every morsel of you. Our lips met again and again and again, and I felt my insides quiver with the closeness of us in those we're-the-only-ones-in-the-room moments of you; warm and waivering between "should I?" and "what if?", turned to "if only.." and "I shouldn't". But I caught myself in your smile time and time again, until the words seemed obsolete and the dance your fingers did along the waist-line of my jeans led me to believe that you felt the same way. Still, you standing three feet away felt like lightyears and I had to latch onto your belt-loop and pull you closer so I could feel your hair on my shoulder, your flesh on my thirsty skin, your heart in my dance-space. Those kisses suggested more than just innocent fun, rather, infinite longing.. and I found myself.. I find myself realizing just how far I had to travel to feel this way again, after utter certainty that my heart had closed up shop. And so I love you for the layers, and the fingers, and the obsolete words, and the kisses that make me waiver between "what if?" and "if only..". and i love you for the warm moments, and the shyness, and the certainty, and the everything.. just to feel you there a little longer. |