Hey there darling, I'm not sure how to start this. I wanted to discuss what happened last night, before you took me to the YMCA for that club, which was really fun, and we were stupid enough to forget to eat dinner beforehand. The benefits of being alone, I guess? When parents aren't around, we can be quite stupid.
It felt really nice to just be alone with you, and talk, and... kiss. God dammit, I love kissing you. I'm just going to be utterly blunt, I love your lips, and your eyes, and your everything. I love kissing you with everything I've got, I really do. Yesterday was one of those hours of kissing that we hadn't really done before.
Exploration, that's always fun. I found your back, your chest, your collarbones. I love your collarbones, and you laugh at me, but I do. I love them. You found my cheekbones, and my neck, the trail of kisses that just kept leading down my shoulder. You let me decide after that, and I made one of those spontaneous decisions, and I let you.
I really do believe that we're in love. The closest to love that a senior and sophmore, a boy and a girl, two teenagers, can get at least. And so, I let you have my skin. Not all of it, but some. below the waistband isn't on the list, bucko. That's fine with you, and perfect for me.
I... I'm not sure where this was supposed to go.
I just.
I really like kissing you.
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