Your hand gently stroking my thigh

Talking on your sofa about birds 

Our knees touching

As my heart beat faster wondering how long this part would last 

The not knowing 

The wanting of more 

The way your lips finally touched mine 

Tentatively at first then hungrily 

Your hardness pressed against the center of me in that way that made me gasp and hold you closer 

Later, naked 

The clash of our bodies together

The way you teased my nipple

And licked my neck

My hands on your back

My legs circling you

Pulling you, wanting you deep inside me

The way I touched your face and asked if you were okay after 

As you smiled 

And how my body sought out yours 

A long cuddle in the comedown 

Laughing about who even remembers what 

Your hand finding my thigh again 

A few hours later you send a message asking to just be friends 

And all that touch feels like regret