Maybe it was the way she sifted through my skin,
dismantling my defenses and sending shivers down my spine.
Maybe it was the way she held my hand,
with her persuasive words pulling me in to an unlit room.
Maybe it was the way she held my head inside her hands,
kissing me without holding back, as if she had nothing to lose.
Maybe it was the way she cradled into my arms at 10PM,
with her hair all over my arms and her cheeks against my chin.