Behind the Teenaged Mind

Curiosity

Curiosity runs through my mind,
My body is urning for your touch,
Your hand slowly moving up my thigh,
Pausing a moment as you reach my inner thigh,
Your hesitant hand goes to touch me
To touch me between my legs,
You rest your hand there
And wait for some sort of response,
I rest my hand on yours
And I rub your hand
You take this as an okay,
You begin to rub me
And to grab me
And I can not help but enjoy it,
I feel butterflies down between my legs
And I don't want you to stop,
Your other hand on my stomach
You don't realize it
But you are slowly lingering up,
Your hand now on my breast,
I don't mind that much
So I let it stay,
So now your hands are touching me
And I can't help but to want more,
I want to feel your hands all over me
And I want them to linger in places
And I want to explore
To explore more with our sexualities,
I want to try new things
I want to be able to feel you
I want you to explore my body
Feel me inside my clothes,
Explore the places that no one else has
Touch me everywhere,
I don't think I mind,
What does this mean
I do not know,
Why do I feel this way
I am unsure,
But one thing I do know
I miss your touch.