As I recall...
I refused to kiss him.
We hung out several times before.
My sexual desire with him almost bursting out of every inch of my body.
But felt I should ignore such things. However hard it was.
That night I had been drinking since 3pm. After 4 miller high life's on my back porch, and a very happy hour he called me.
Overjoyed.
Asked what I did with my day off.
"Just drinking."
Told me almost reluctantly that he wanted to see me. Invited me over to Norm's
"better catch up" were the first words out of his mouth when we entered the kitchen.
Forcing shot after shot, until he felt we were halfway there in the middle.
Sometimes in between.
7 and 7's in clear glass mugs in shapes of boots, we sat on the roof.
Still in sweatshirts, and a cool night that promised rain.
Thunder and lightning flashed at us across the street in the football field.
It started to rain, but we didn't move.
He looked at me, almost determined, and began to lean in.
My lips screamed with excitement, but I wanted to make a good choice, so I turned away.
"I just want to kiss you" he said softly with defeat.
"we can't, not now"
We continued to get rained on, as he laid his head on my shoulder.
We spooned on the roof. I couldn't help but smell his hair.
Norm would catch us later on the front steps to the house wrapped around each other in a mess of black.
Awkwardly parting us for a hello.
He cautiously kissed every part of my face, except my lips.
I fell asleep with him that night.
Somehow we both fit on that small couch, comfortable.
We tried to watch brazil, but couldn't fight back the whiskey induced drowziness.
I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself with his arms wrapped tightly around me as if fearing I would leave.
I couldn't stop my smile, or the need to kiss his forehead and fell back asleep.
He constantly reminds me that if that night was our first kiss, it would be tragically, perfectly, romantic.
Even though we didn't, he doesn't know the walk home I smiled, and felt my feet never touch the ground.
I wanted and would keep coming back.
We hung out several times before.
My sexual desire with him almost bursting out of every inch of my body.
But felt I should ignore such things. However hard it was.
That night I had been drinking since 3pm. After 4 miller high life's on my back porch, and a very happy hour he called me.
Overjoyed.
Asked what I did with my day off.
"Just drinking."
Told me almost reluctantly that he wanted to see me. Invited me over to Norm's
"better catch up" were the first words out of his mouth when we entered the kitchen.
Forcing shot after shot, until he felt we were halfway there in the middle.
Sometimes in between.
7 and 7's in clear glass mugs in shapes of boots, we sat on the roof.
Still in sweatshirts, and a cool night that promised rain.
Thunder and lightning flashed at us across the street in the football field.
It started to rain, but we didn't move.
He looked at me, almost determined, and began to lean in.
My lips screamed with excitement, but I wanted to make a good choice, so I turned away.
"I just want to kiss you" he said softly with defeat.
"we can't, not now"
We continued to get rained on, as he laid his head on my shoulder.
We spooned on the roof. I couldn't help but smell his hair.
Norm would catch us later on the front steps to the house wrapped around each other in a mess of black.
Awkwardly parting us for a hello.
He cautiously kissed every part of my face, except my lips.
I fell asleep with him that night.
Somehow we both fit on that small couch, comfortable.
We tried to watch brazil, but couldn't fight back the whiskey induced drowziness.
I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself with his arms wrapped tightly around me as if fearing I would leave.
I couldn't stop my smile, or the need to kiss his forehead and fell back asleep.
He constantly reminds me that if that night was our first kiss, it would be tragically, perfectly, romantic.
Even though we didn't, he doesn't know the walk home I smiled, and felt my feet never touch the ground.
I wanted and would keep coming back.