As your hand slowly grazed me I felt at peace.
Such comfort came from the end of your finger tips.
When your lips softly pressed against my neck I was relaxed.
It was if that moment was meant to happen.
Though that was just a dream after a night of being together as harmless people who happen to know each other.
It was most likely caused because of the connection I couldn't help but feel on the way back to my place.
The tension I felt on the car ride home was intensified with every deep breath.
The air pressure coming out of your mouth was as strong as your arms.
Taking your two fingers and pressing them across your eyes.
It was obvious you had something on your mind.
Was it the fact that you happened to look over as I was fixing my shorts in the passenger seat next to you?
Or perhaps it was me gently tracing my hand up my thigh in hopes you would notice.
The tension grew so large that I know it had to be mutual.
However knowing we couldn't have each other made it unbearable.
The thought of not being able to feel you only allowed for me to crave you more.
But it would be wrong.
Oh it would be so wrong.
I see you in my fantasies.
When we hold a conversation the words seem to struggle to come out.
We try not to make eye contact because we can see right through the colors and into the mind.
Knowing we are thinking the same thing.
Yet it remains unspoken.
© christinawhitaker