The thought of your hands sliding under my shirt.

 

I know it's wrong,

But the very thought of your hands, reaching up under my shirt, and touching me makes me blush in all the right places. God, i wanted to kiss her, and kiss her and kiss her. I was going fucking nuts. Do people lose their mind when they love someone?

Who was I? I didn't know myself anymore.

I'm aware it's unconventional, But the mere notion of your hands, Sliding beneath my shirt, ignites a blush, In the most enticing corners of my soul.

A lost soul, blissfully bewitched and transformed, In the throes of love's intoxicating spell, I found myself anew, enraptured and reborn.