I always liked a good house party
Too many people jammed on a couch
Those long legs of yours in fishnets
Our knees and thighs nearly grazing
Testing waters I move my leg closer
When our legs touch you don’t pull away
In fact you push your thigh into mine

I put my hand onto my leg, so the back of my hand is touching your skin
My friend sitting to the left says something
I run my hand up my leg stroking the length of yours while turning my head to the left
I do that dramatic gesture just to touch you
I respond to my friend when I feel your fingers meet mine
The back of our hands now touching
I look you in the eyes and can’t help but smirk

As the hours go by people leave the party one by one
Now it’s just...