« #76 : July 24, 2018, 12:18:18 PM »
My dear....
I remember when we first started growing close, and I was so afraid, afraid of the way you made me feel.
Open, helpless, earnest, unsure. Excited.
I was terrified by the thrills of electricity tingling over my skin when your eyes wandered over me,
when your hands forged a path under my shirt and I wanted you to keep going.
That scared me too, the way I didn’t want to stop you from exploring.
I wanted to explore you, your tanned skin beckoned to me, in your eyes an invitation and a dare I couldn’t refuse.
The more I explored the more I found to want.
The fear is only a memory now.
From me....