I keep thinking about what it would feel like:

Your arms around my shoulders, my head resting on your

Chest, then

You place your fingers on my hip

And I look up and smile, when I would usually just be

Blushing, we bump noses

And your chuckle is soft and husky and full of

Sex, our mouths dry and soft

And wanting

Is it what I came for—

What else, if not these breathless whispers

Or the sweat on our necks—

We kiss

And it's more than a boy's, his nervous hands in his lap

And the tips of his ears turning red,

You are kissing me

With a tender confidence and firmer hands

I bend back,

Our bodies curving as you take a small step forward

I let you take me over—

With just a hesitant hand gripping your shirt.