Poems

The most random things on my mind at the moment.

"Noone has to know what we do. His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room..." -Taylor Swift

(I love this quote because it kind of describes him and I.)

*****

My heart fluttered big time when you did this the other day. We were in our first block class, History, sitting beside each other. Throughout the long class period we poked each other, teased each other, tickled each other, basically using any excuse we could to touch one another. 

I remember I went to flick your right hand just to annoy you. Thats when you extended your fingers and wrapped them around mine, holding my hand for the first time in over two months. My mouth grew dry, my heart hammering in my chest. You glanced over at me and even though the lighting of the room was dim from the video we were watching, I still caught the fierce look of lust pass through your eyes. Your thumb drew small circles over my much smaller one, causing my breath to hitch. 

Thats when the video ended. 

The lights in the classroom turned back on. 

Our teacher started giving out instructions.

We quickly pulled our hands away, leaving me wondering if what had just happened was real or if I had simply imagined it. 

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We often found ourselves messing with each other all class long. Your new trick was to grab my knee and squeeze it, (I am very tickilish there) earning a loud squeal from me, and a stern glare from our history teacher. This time you were sitting on my right. My right leg was propped up over my left but I soon let it drop, accidently stepping on your foot that happened to be under my desk. 

I remember you giving me a mischevious grin before turning your attention back to the Crash Course video that was playing on the SmartBoard. Nothing happened for a good three minutes, and I allowed my gaurd to go down and began to watch the history video with half interest. 

That's when you decided it would be a great idea to go in for the kill and grab my knee. I quickly grabbed your hand to keep you from tickiling me but you quickly swatted me away, moving your hand back to my knee and gently setting it there. I gave you a stern look and tried to move your hand away again, which you reluclantly did, but not without a price for me to pay. Within a split second of you pulling your hand away from my knee, you gently ran your fingers up my thigh, before curling them into my own fingers. 

This was the second time that week we had held hands, and I loved every second of it. 

*****

"Please? For me?" Is the three words you would always use when trying to get me to agree to something. You use this soft yet deep and powerful voice that I honestly cannot help but give into every time. 

Except this time, during our HIstory class where we were watching yet another Crash Course video, I decided to try and not listen to it. Thats when you moved really close to me, your hand gently covering my arm as you stared deep into my eyes. Sparks shot up and down my arm. I watched as you gave me a beautiful smile before repeating those same words, "Please? For me?" 

I was a goner.