His face,
So...
So close to mine.
It frightened me.
I like him, he likes me.
Yet I was afraid.
Afraid of what would happen if
I took it farther,
Tried to take it farther.
His arms around my middle,
Tickling my sides.
His big, warm hands near mine.
We were alone...
Sort of.
The only ones in the room, at least.
And I was afraid.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
His face,
So...
So close to mine.
It frightened me.
I like him, he likes me.
Yet I was afraid.
Afraid of what would happen if
I took it farther,
Tried to take it farther.
His arms around my middle,
Tickling my sides.
His big, warm hands near mine.
We were alone...
Sort of.
The only ones in the room, at least.
And I was afraid.
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