I thought of you,
that night,
we were together,
with everyone,
watching,
I couldn’t move,
like a little kid,
I only watched your legs
move near mine,
my hand frozen,
wanting to touch you,
wanting to feel only your skin,
upon my urging fingertips.
That night,
I wanted to play with you
while everyone
discreetly knew …
I have to wonder
how many
really did realize
the many nights
we no longer thought about
our clothes,
an afterthought,
laying piled in a rush,
nearby, naked, nostalgia.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
I thought of you,
that night,
we were together,
with everyone,
watching,
I couldn’t move,
like a little kid,
I only watched your legs
move near mine,
my hand frozen,
wanting to touch you,
wanting to feel only your skin,
upon my urging fingertips.
That night,
I wanted to play with you
while everyone
discreetly knew …
I have to wonder
how many
really did realize
the many nights
we no longer thought about
our clothes,
an afterthought,
laying piled in a rush,
nearby, naked, nostalgia.
