Sleep Over

I'd wanted you
for at least a year.
You always had those words,
those lips
that could do
magical things
without even touching me.
Those words
excited me,
gave me goose bumps
that spread
like wildfire.
You always had the ability
to make me collapse
with desire-up until
our little sleep over.


They weren't even pajamas.
Yoga shorts and a
tight, red Peal-Izumi T-Shirt.
No bra, not even a bit of lace
under it all.

You were surprised.
"Oh! That looks good."
It only took
hard nipples behind a
thin T-shirt
to make you lose
your eloquence.