Written by: Cherie Black
I wasn't scared when you
gently placed your hands
on my hips. As a matter
of fact, I felt this thrill,
this fascination, wondering
how much of my body you'd pull
toward yours. And when you stopped
as my back brushed your chest,
a part of me wanted to sink
into the small crevice
that remained between our thighs.
I'd never felt so bold, and musing
on it now, I realize you made me
comfortable by waiting for me
to reach for your hands first.
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