Time drifts by
Your mind churns,
replaying moments that have past
of what could have been
or should have been
should you leave the door open?
should you let him see more?
let him know that you know?
thats the thought you play in your mind
as you lie in your bed
as you slide your hand under
under the waistband of your panties
fingers seeking that sweet spot
the one that makes you gasp
that makes your body tingle
and running through your mind
is?
....that you see him,
that you make eye contact,
knowing that he is slowly massaging to his own sexual fantasy
you open your legs,
just that little wider
arching, just that little more
as if offering yourself
body and soul
and as he takes a step forward
hesitant....
he makes that first move
crossing the doorway
crossing that line that seperated the fantasy from the reality
and your breath quickens,
you cant go back now
as he walks into your room
eyes not leaving your lithe young body
taking in your nipples which are hard and straining
straining against the sheer material of your t-shirt
eyes roaming over a body that he has only dreamt about
and as you feel his weight settling on the bed
you roll onto your side
bringing your legs up,
curling them against your body
his fingers move to your hip...you look at him
tentative
not sure yet,, wanting needing
eyes pleading
is this right?
is this what you want?
and then, as your body trembles at his touch,
as your body responds to the moment
all fear leaves you
and you lie back,
eyes half closed
waiting
wanting
that first kiss
