I still remember that night as if it were last night.The first night you saw me undress while I changed into my pyjamas. The first night I slipped under the covers with you. The first night we were spending the night together. The room was so dark, it was almost pitch black - save the sliver of moonlight that danced through the sheer curtains.
We were in New York City - the city that never sleeps. And girl, was I not sleeping.You didn't know it at that time, but I was so nervous. You weren't the first girl I've shared a bed with but for some reason, I felt like my heart was about to leap out of my chest. In one smooth motion, I took you into my arms. You gazed up at me as I anxiously looked down at you.
I'm not ready yet...don't make me push you away.I put mine hand on your heart. I caught Your breathe and held it for what seemed like an eternity. And then I leaned down and kissed you softly and just held you for the whole night.
I wasn't even sure if I loved you yet. But at that moment, I knew you were different. You weren't like the other girls didn't rush me or make me feel bad for pulling you. You were patient.
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