For You
I return to the half-light of your lamp in the corner of the dark room
as I felt the smooth hills of your shoulders, the valley of your spine
down to the curve of your hips. The warmth of your skin against my bare chest
and the undulating cresting and falling of our bellies against one another
illuminate the interior of my mind. I felt so daring hooking my thumb
on the inside of your jeans, pulling your hips closer to mine.
The way you touched my head-your fingers, just retracting for a moment,
entangled in my hair. It made me open my mouth and take a
deep breath; feeling so singular for a moment. Not a body or a girl but
an individual. It made me think of the way I hungrily moved over you,
pulling my fingers along your throat, through your hair, around the ear and
cradling your head in my palm. Because I wanted to feel the shape fit into my hand,
because it was you. Like how I was kissing you and my hand slipped under your
black shirt, curiously traveling the map of your stomach and chest. I wanted to
learn the topography of your body. It was special and warm and different,
because that night we both wanted each other for a few hours.
as I felt the smooth hills of your shoulders, the valley of your spine
down to the curve of your hips. The warmth of your skin against my bare chest
and the undulating cresting and falling of our bellies against one another
illuminate the interior of my mind. I felt so daring hooking my thumb
on the inside of your jeans, pulling your hips closer to mine.
The way you touched my head-your fingers, just retracting for a moment,
entangled in my hair. It made me open my mouth and take a
deep breath; feeling so singular for a moment. Not a body or a girl but
an individual. It made me think of the way I hungrily moved over you,
pulling my fingers along your throat, through your hair, around the ear and
cradling your head in my palm. Because I wanted to feel the shape fit into my hand,
because it was you. Like how I was kissing you and my hand slipped under your
black shirt, curiously traveling the map of your stomach and chest. I wanted to
learn the topography of your body. It was special and warm and different,
because that night we both wanted each other for a few hours.