• emiell 10w


    With each word that he uttered, I grew entranced.
    Oh, how his hair laid gently on the nape of his neck.
    My finger tips tingled, as if feeling a touch that never occurred.
    His fragrance made me dizzy when he walked down the hall.
    How I hated that pencil that laid between his lips.
    I dared those Jean's to hug his hips.
    Nothing could prepare me for what came next.
    He hugged me tight, and my heart was content.