I remember
swirling my
finger
around your knee cap.

Exposed
by the rip
in your jeans.

The light touch
of skin.

I knew what
I was doing.

And I enjoyed it
so sincerely.
I surprised myself.

I had not expected
my body’s
(my heart’s)
reaction.

I had not expect that
little, hopeful flutter.

I had not expected
that softening.

I let my heart
peak out
just like your
knee
in that tight, black denim.

Am I reacting too quickly?