Her hand in mine, finger tips sweetly teasing,
My mind wanders with thoughts all too pleasing.
No, not yet.
Sweet kisses grazing my lips, nervousness nearly shielding desire, Under moon and soft street light glimmer, her green eyes glow on fire.No, not yet.
The slide of clothed legs, exuding electricity through the slightest graze, Our bodies gently intertwined in all too innocent cuddles in this delicate phase.No, not yet.
Slide of soft fingertips, exploring, lingering over such forbidden curves, hinting at the passion hiding between the thin veils of self control in reserve.No, not yet.
Breath escaping through teeth-clenched lips, a ragged exhale escaping my own. I lay in wait, for the moment to peak, anticipating the beauty of her soft moan.
Confessions of a Flirtee Girl 