You held me close, pulled me tighter.
I sighed. It was comfortable and safe. We slept.
You told me of the temptation and I used it against you.

Moved my hips just so.
Angled my face just so.
Waited. Pulled you tighter. Waited.
Subtly letting you know I wanted you.

Another night, the same routine.
But you leaned in and your lips brushed mine.
In an instant we were not longer relaxed.
We were charged. We kissed.
Sometimes you were soft and gentle.
Other times your kisses were hungry, filled with passion.

Our hips moved just so.
Our lips were placed just so.
I let your hands discover my *******,
I let your mouth discover my *******.
My inhales were sharp.
I wanted more.

Another night, the same routine.
Hips, hands, lips.
Passion and safety.
Your hand moved just so.
Finding me in a way I never found myself.
Your hand moved just so and
I gasped.

I wanted to do the same for you.
Something told me not to.
I wanted you.
I know better than that.
But I wanted you anyway.
Not part of you, all of you.

Another night, the same routine.
You kissed me and my body awoke.
I never knew it was sleeping.
Your teeth pulled my lips.
You hovered after we kissed.
I wanted more.

I got brave.
My hand explored.
You were my coach, whispering instructions in my ear.
I wanted to do for you what you did for me.
I wanted to explore you.

Another night, the same routine.
We were charged with ***.
We were *****.
Our bodies wanted it.
Our hearts wanted nothing more.

We kissed.
You pulled me closer, tighter.
Kisses soft again, pulling back.
Light.
We kissed.

Another night, the same routine.
I would have let you have all of me.
I wanted you.
Wanted to give in to the feelings my body felt.
You pulled yourself away.
Made yourself stop.

Another night, the old routine.
You hold me close, pull me tighter.
I sigh. It is comfortable and safe.
Nothing changed. We sleep.