that night i remembered as we explored the familiar grounds
of all sorts of sinful pleasures
like books and hand squeezes from time to time
turned into something rather feisty
'rough'
i said
and 10 minutes later i'm laughing with my hands around his neck
just because i can
'you're crazy'
he would say between his laughter
'stop it. You're getting me out of my character'
i pout and squeezed harder and let go
and hear breathe again