Electric Love

Electric Love

I remember when we first started growing close, and I was so afraid, afraid of the way you made me feel. Open, helpless, earnest, unsure. Excited. I was terrified by the thrills of electricity tingling over my skin when your eyes wandered over me, when your hands forged a path under my shirt and I wanted you to keep going. That scared me too, the way I didn’t want to stop you from exploring. I wanted to explore you, your tanned skin beckoned to me, in your eyes an invitation and a dare I couldn’t refuse. The more I explored the more I found to love. The fear is only a memory now.

 

 

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