The Touch
Hanging upside down on my bed thinking what the hell is going on.
Does he not know that my mom is not gone?
He is holding me so tight I can hardly breath or move.
Oh well might as well remain calm; submit to the motion of his groove.
The touch! wow that is different... What is this experience?
There is an overwhelming feeling coming over me...I think this is serious.
Faster and faster...my heart begins to flutter
as well as thoughts about my new found lover.
everything around me starts to fade, His motion has taken me to a different zone.
Until I opened my eyes when my mom's room light came on.
MOVE... I SAID MOVE!...As he looked up to see...I saw the fear in his eyes as he jumped off of me.
She cut the light on... looked around as we pretended to be sleep.
My heart made an overbearing noise, although I didn't say a peep.
That touch... I thought as I stared at him, What does it mean?
Then he kissed me so softly..It was exactly as I dreamed.
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