• __nila 13w

    He slides his hand on the back of my waist,slowly,measuring in inches.Bending his hands and fitting his cupped hands reining around my hips.Gives a nudge and a small force that takes birth from his muscles.I take support of his muscles.The force from his arms driving me closer and driving us crazy.I flex my neck up and face him with that gushing blush.He tries to stare straight into my brown eyes with difficulty. I lock his eyes with mine.Heat from our breath warming the night air.The wind from behind his head pushing his hair front and flushing mine back.And that's how closeness rules and atom gap theories fail.
    ©__nila