Virgin Love

His warm breath meets the nape of my neck
Making a sound only I can hear,
While his hands lie still upon my thighs
With no desire to abandon me now or ever.
I let go of reason and sink further into his chest
And I feel his heart longing to be let in,
As it knocks against the blade of my shoulder.
He gently kisses the crease where my neck
And shoulder come together, as if he knows
Just how close I am to giving into this, into us.
With his hands still fixed upon my body,
I slow my breath barely enough to whisper.

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