He was finding my weak spots.
So afraid to ever speak he knew.
The embraces as he felt my heart pounding.
Sweaty palms I tried to hide.
The way his fingers would gently touch my neck I couldn’t help but quiver.
He thought it was endearing.
Chasing me was like an adventure.
The girl with hidden inhibitions.
Where a smile would make me blush.
I couldn’t even kiss those lips.
But every time they spoke I couldn’t help but wonder what they could do.
I just waited.
Patiently.
Hoping he would see.
I had no control with him.
He didn’t have to try.
I was already his.
Just too afraid to admit it.
His words were like porn to me.
His attitude was inspiring.
He always knew what I needed.
He knew I was putty in his hands when he decided to take me.
Leaving nothing untouched.
Not even a little.
Tasting my body like a road map.
As his hands gripped my hips.
Swaying them side to side.
We took an adventure into the night.
Where our bodies were the guides not our words.