The first time
Your hands found my waist
The grip of your fingers
On my skin
Made my heart tremble
And my knees wobble.
My mouth gave out a whimper,
My lips agape,
Found yours.
You felt and saw
My body boomerang,
But what you didn't was
That while you were lost
In ardour and adoration,
All I could see
With my closed eyes was
Him.
The clutch of his hands
Crumpling the thin fabric;
And his lips
Pressed against mine.
I felt his breath
On my chest
And his hair
Tickle my neck,
While you caressed
And craddled me
Like he never did.
I know I could've stopped,
And I should've stopped.
And I should've stopped.
But had I stopped,
He would've stopped existing.
😊
ReplyDeleteI'm wondering if this is one genre male protagonists can never compete the female counterparts. Unless of course, the lovers are both men
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