WHO’S BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL?
that numbness dumbness feeling.
The feeling that makes me shave my legs, blow-dry my hair, and spray Channel in all the right places.
It’s not butterflies in my stomach,
It’s not waiting by the phone until he calls,
It’s not hoping for more, but just being happy for a couple minutes.
And for sure it’s not the
“Say my name, say my name!”
“Do you want me?” kind of minute.
It’s before the bitting, spanking, and
“Who’s been a naughty girl?” kind of feeling,
The taste of his lips
his hands on my skin.
The feeling before we take half our clothes off, because I don’t like being naked.
The minutes before his hands start wondering in all the great places, kind of’ feeling.
It’s closing my eyes as we kiss and feeling like it’s been 30 seconds, when it has really been 10 minutes.
(and if you’re reading this, lets make-out for 30 more seconds.)
It’s your body against mine as you say sweet nothings.
It’s the feeling of being in your arms.
It’s the reason I keep shaving my legs, the reason I don’t bite my nails, the reason I started watching sports…
So, “who’s been a naughty girl?”