you sat in front of me in math today
your hair is long
and I wanted to tangle my fingers in it
I wanted you to grab me
and push me against the wall
your thumbs on the skin of my hips
under the waistband of my jeans
I wanted to run my hands down your back
trace you
pull you towards me
clench your shirt in my fingers
I wanted to breathe like you teased me about
like we're running
and our hearts are hammering
and we're gasping
and we can't seem to get close enough
I wanted to be pressed to you
and breathe
and feel your chest push against mine as the air rushes into your lungs
I want your hands
(oh my god, your hands)
to go places that scare me
but not too much
because I'd know you cared
about how I felt
and you wouldn't want me to be afraid