DRIFTING

I waited on the steps for you
Twirling my hair between thumb and finger
Feeling younger
Breathing through glossy moist parted lips
Swinging feet, shifting my hips
My mind drifts
I rub my foot along your inner thigh
Skin upon skins slides
You close your eyes
You hold back but sigh
I lick my lips and kiss
Secret quiet places
You hold my wrist
One hand in hair
I arch my spine
Movement unabated
As we weave ourselves together
My mind shifts
I’ve dropped my hand to my thigh
Waiting on the steps for you

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