The softest of pushed lips against my chest
made me stress my unsober mind for I was not prepared to share what you had in mind, never mind the years we shied away from countless encounters, on couches and top of kitchen counters I was counting on the first to be special, especially since you told me unspokenly, that you were saving yourself for me who would I be? to let you fall tremendously, into this murderess rush of lust and sexual killer instinct I had built-up an instinctive goal to reach, to make you more than just a short term goal to me so for now just let the warmth of my arms and chest, help you fall asleep.... Til the next time we meet!