something about you
your lips met mine
and I know you could feel my
breath
hot and ready
panting and aching
I could feel the need
inside of me
I didn't know what to do
I would've kept kissing
but my lips couldn't
I felt like I was
doing something wrong-
tongue doesn't belong there
my lip hung, waiting for some
type of control
that I know you won't give me.
I still wanted to feel you
your heartbeat was quick
everything felt so right
your lips on my neck
the wetness in between my
thighs
my silent laughs
because I couldn't believe any
of this was happening to me-
let alone me being okay with it.
I hate being touched
by foreign fingers
it brings up memories
of him making my hands
go into places I'll never
speak of.

but, what is it about you?
is it thy lips
that make me quiver?
is it your eyes
that hypnotize me
every time i see them?
is it your heart
and the song that sings just
for me?
or is it your soul
the one I'll never ever
compare to.

you give sweet kisses and
have the most beautiful
features I have ever
laid my eyes upon,
how are you mine?