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Lovers? Friends? |
You pulled your hair loose and I laughed, nervous to the pit of my stomach Butterflies, cockroaches, venus flytraps, - whatever lived in there - fluttered and crawled and snapped. Two times I laughed and you echoed me questioning. But we knew each other too well for our first-time blushes. I reached out and touched you; There, where I knew you liked; Stroking, teasing, pinching, offering nothing - but promising. Your small giggles were the first casualties. Neither of us missed them. I think my clothes were the next to go, you, impatient, wanted to see and I complied (Only a little hesitant; the lights weren't all out) I took yours off roughly, Clumsy, like I am. I wonder if I crushed your fantasy. You stroked your hand along the gooseflesh on my arm Warm, like you really were dark chocolate sliding over my collarbone. And I shivered. I found quickly new places to make you moan. You had so many. And you loved it when I told you what to do; whispering, only the way I could into your neck and ear Flicking a wicked tongue to finish my sentences. I never ordered you That would come later After the sheets were rumpled and wet. And you didn't obey. Not in that way. One time you asked and my fingers -not so clumsy- persuaded you as I'd suggested. You asked a lot, when I didn't make enough noise and only bit my lip. I breathed a laugh, I said perhaps we were opposites and besides, you sang enough, little bird, for both of us. I wished again I could be a man. Could crush my hard body on you. Into you. Moving my hips violently. Slam! My desperate cry to reach... to reach. But I pressed my silky skin and soft curves, woman to woman. My butterflies were gone and we both leaked. Lips red, you liked giving hickies, and one of your breasts had a mark where my teeth had sunken in a little too hard. Sorry about that. First time. Second time. Third time. At least I wasn't working tomorrow. Fourth time. And my eyes were closing, my arm was tired, my face was flushed, and you were selfish. And I was too lenient. Next time... Next time I will demand. Like you do. Numb, our stomachs cramping from pleasure, we fell asleep. |