Reality

It all happened. We were on your bed spooning and kissing and grinding. Under the covers, me under your smile. It was holding hands and gentle neck kisses. It was you finding a ticklish spot and saying "then I love that spot" and grabbing me there one more time and kissing my giggles away. It was you wearing me out and taking me over the edge of pleasure. And when we fell asleep on your bed and woke up again I started to get dressed. But when I sat down on the edge of the bed you grabbed me at the waist and pulled me into you, kissing my neck. I'm going over the edge now. I'll be falling over the edge down into oblivion and I'm not doing anything to stop it.

Tank tops

I like wearing a white tank top to bed cause I imagine that its yours. That we just hooked up and you have given me a shirt to wear. And we cuddle in your bed,  with the feel of your hands on my back. And in the morning I keep it on and throw my sweatshirt over the top. And when I leave you kiss my forehead, my head nuzzling you, gently kissing the parts of your chest that are exposed through your open sweatshirt. It smelled like cigarettes and weed.

I'm getting ahead of myself. You don't even want me.

Intimate

I wanna sleep with you. Not just sleep as in the feeling of you sliding in and out of me, taking me over the edge to pleasure. But sleep with you. Naked. With the feeling of your blanket across the skin of my back. Your chest against my chest. Feeling your fingers caress my sides. I wanna wake up in the morning to slow kisses and your fingers in my hair, sweaty bodies cuddling. I want. I want and I'm stupid for it.