It was the way he'd trail his middle finger and index onto my chin
lifting it up ever so gently.
The way he'd hold my waist and not want to let go.
The way his hands were so much bigger compared to mine.
The way he'd grin whilst I laughed at our childish moments.
His voice would echo a thousand compliments I'd never believe.
His eyes only glistening at mine after we'd kiss.
I didn't want to believe it was lust,
But I guess I had no choice but to believe in the pleasure.
