*daydreams*

Her skin is soft and I resist melting entirely against her when we’re cuddling because I fear presenting more affection than she’s prepared for will deter her from any further interaction. It pains my insides to hear her disparage her beautiful body when I have trouble avoiding the lascivious thoughts of it pressed up against mine at frequent intervals throughout every day.

Though currently most familiar with her lips and hands entwined with mine I await the days - seemingly always postponed - until we both feel safe enough together to explore further. Her collar bones enticed me at the concert, but not a fan of excessive public affection I simply planted gentle kisses along the left. My hands have traced the indent of her waist on a few occasions, but always over layers of cloth, wondering if I’d be allowed the same liberty, were they not present. I can casually rest my hands on her hips when I’m resisting my own panic attack surrounded in a room full of strangers, but were it just she and I and maybe a few bits of cloth, would she still permit it?

I imagine her subtle twitches, were my tongue and lips permitted to explore her torso free of so many layers of cloth. I want to feel her skin against mine, our fingers entwined, as our bodies become as acquainted as our minds.