Knock kneed, cross eyes and unconscious i crawl like play dough tossed around the room by a child in a tantrum.
The bell of the belt buckle bounces around my skull as that child walks steady out the room.
Bated breath and heroic heart my skin pulses at the spot of his touch.
My legs move on their own rubbing against one another hoping to feel the hair on your thigh scratch the supple skin on mine.
Your foot steps perform a dance of seduction as if they made move to return
But you do not.
The door slams.
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