Very Sexy Feelings

Memories In My Heart




He Is Forever Touching Me This Way, Always Seeming To Need To Reassure Him That I Am Here. Does He Realize What It Does To Me, The Simple Pressure Of His Warm Palm Next To Mine? Does His Pulse Jump In His Veins, Too? Or Is He Just Happy Not To Be Alone Anymore. He Is Happy Here In This Place, I Feel Happy Too. This Feeling Is Still Unfamiliar. He Hasn't Kissed Me Since That Last Night. Does He Not Want To Kiss Me Again? Should I Kiss Him? What If He Doesn't Like That?

He Looks At Me And Smiles, No I Don't Think That's True He Truly Is Beautiful. I Never Want To Leave; Though I Know, We'll Have To. He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Pounds Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure. I Don't Like Leaving, For Lots Of Reasons. Will He Be Leaving Soon? Will He Take Me With Him Where He Goes? He Drops His Arm Around My Shoulders And Tucks Me Against His Side On The Couch. I Scoot Closer, Though The Heat Of Touching Him Has Made My Heart Aching Again. He Must Feel The Way I Do. Would He Say These Things And Hold On To Me This Way If He Thought Of Me Just As Another Girl And Not As A Woman?

I Realize That This Is The First Time We've Been Alone Since That Night We Met. The First Time There's Been A Door To Close Between Us And The Other People. So Many Nights We've Stayed Awake. I Feel His Eyes On Me, Questioning, But I Cant Meet Them. His Warm, Callused Fingers Tug My Chin Up. My Heart Throbs When Our Eyes Meet. I Try To Look Away, But He Holds My Chin So That My Gaze Cant Escape His. Does He Not Feel The Fire Between His Body And Mine? Is It All Me? How Can It Be All Me? It Feels Like A Flat Sun Trapped Between Us- Pressed Like A Flower Between The Pages Of A Thick Book, Burning The Paper. Does It Feel Like Something Else To Him? Something Wrong? I've Said Too Many Bad Things; I Said I Loved Him…Do I? I Gritted My Teeth Before I Could Humiliate Myself More. I Should Bite My Tongue Off Right Now Before It Ruins Anything Else.

I Can Feel His Breath On My Cheek, And It's A Few Seconds Before I Can Think At All. His Eyes Make Me Forget That I Am Mortified, That I Never Wanted To Speak Again. The Sun Between Us Grows Hotter, And I Dare Let My Fingers Brush Lightly Along The Warm Skin Of His Face. And It Feels Like The Flames Are Flowing From My Fingertips. His Arm Tightens Around Me. Does He Feel The Fire? I Want To Be More Exact, But I Cant Find The Words. That's Fine, Its Bad Enough Having Admitted This Much. He Sighs And Pulls My Face To Meet His, More Flames In His Lips, Fiercer Than The Others.

I Don't Know What I Am Doing, But It Doesn't Seem To Matter. His Hands Are In My Hair, And My Heart Is About To Combust. I Can't Breath. I Don't Want To Breath. He Pulls Away, I Want To Reach For Him But Stop. "Very Wrong But Very True" He Laughs. I Smile. "But…" But? How Can There Be A But? What Could Possibly Follow All This Fire That Starts With A But? "But Your Seventeen And I'm Twenty-One" Shocked A Look I Have Often. What Does That Have To Do With Anything? " I Would Feel Like A Bad Person, Like I Was Taking Advantage, You're Very Young." I Make A Face, "Your Right, But This Isn't Something We Need To Rush." What's There To Wait For I Think. I Raise One Eyebrow And I Can Tell He Knows What I Am Thinking. I Can't Believe The Turn This Conversation Has Taken. If He Really Does Want Me, This Is Senseless.



P.s/These Weren't The Actual Words Strait From The Horses Mouth, But These Are The Less Complicated Version Of What It All Means In The End. And I'll Always Remember The Day I Decided To Take A Nap, Three Hours In Heaven. These Memories Are Kept Safe In My Heart, Waiting For Their Reunion. And No We Didn't Have A Age Problem, But That's What It Looked Like To The World Of Adults Around Us That Age Matters. It Doesn't Matter, We Don't Give A Damn.





By: Aly Koch