tamakisgirl

 fingers graze the knee like a whisper, like a secret. she's gentle and this is crazy. but she's beautiful. this is brand new and therefore my heart is trying to escape. the butterflies beat with an incessant flutter. what am i doing? my hand is in her hair but its shaking. she doesn't seem to care. brain is wandering... no one can know. hope she doesn't tell. this isn't me. i want to be reserved but my inhibitions are slipping and my wall is crumbling. she can do that somehow. and now i'm gone. completely and utterly whisked away. how does she do that to me? all i can taste and smell and feel is her. this isn't me. but when i