That Night

I thought about that night. Movie and a make out. Soon bodies touching and pressing against each other, your hand grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. Biting my lip, tracing kisses down my neck; I could feel how excited you were. The tv yelling “tough down” Friday Night Lights playing in the back ground. Suddenly hesitation, you pull back stopping; it was only a movie and a make out. “You hungry?” Only for kisses I thought. Smiles across my face, it was an adrenaline rush. He no longer held back his body was slammed against mine, lips thrown all on my body. His kisses alone sent me to the highest state I’ve ever been, his bed sheets were black, gray, and white. Closet was organized, shoes set properly, his ball caps hung on the wall like pictures, while his laundry was piled into a big mountain on the floor. He slid my hands over my head and held onto my wrists, kisses were trailing lower and lower; he was already excited. I pulled his gaze to meet mine, all of a sudden the need for each other turned into “want.” I want to feel him, I want to be with him. I want him to love me.