by kuylerquijas

Slow dancing in the living room with my hand sliding in to the back of your skirt.
Your underwear are as soft as the words I whisper into your ear.
You smile and create some distance with your wrists connected around my neck.
With a step back I bring you closer and we keep the dance in slow motion.
It feels like God is our chaperone and I don’t want to get pulled out by my ear.
I’m comfortable here at this distance.
I gave you clear motive for my intents.
I can handle you hanging onto me like a necklace
And my hands placed above your waist seven inches from breathless.