The three things I remember;
The splash of my tongue
against his
after those eyes,
those "may I?"
eyes, the splash
of my tongue
against his
melting me like a
candy cane.
A loose glove,
and a lighter heating
it- the latex
shrinking,
clinging
to my hand.
And the feeling in my
gut.
Similar to both memories,
like
jumping off a bridge,
or
hanging upside down.
Or the sound you make
when you try to ask for help
(or ask permission)
and only breath
comes
out.