Monday, November 28, 2011


The feeling of nervousness bubbles. 
It doesn't escape. 

It grows with each kiss. Touch. Caress. 
His hand moving over mind. Through my hair.

I find both comfort with his ease. 
And panic it my beats' reaction. 

Faster. "Take it slow."
But faster - and my breath escapes me. 

A moment to find it, I find myself lost in what was once a non-negotiable. 
Now open to negotiation. 

"Who is writing this movie script?"
It's too soon -- And suddenly I'm 17 again. 

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