Sh*t.

.

.

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. 

"the time such clumsy time in deciding if it's time. 

i'm careful but not sure how it goes."