Insides Blushing

He'll never know how much I love him.

How full he makes my smile feel.

How much I crave his lips touch.

How hearing his voice makes me want to pay attention.

He looked at her like she was something bigger than life,

something intimidating but not terrifying.

Something he wasn't sure about, but something in the darks of their eyes clicked.

And they knew... they had always known.

The click led to a clammer, a loud panic that sounded like breathing dry air in. An inward whoosh that dissipated once it entered, finding its home inside you.

She found solace from these breaths by feeling his hair. Fingers weaving through a jungle of soft mailable fibers, that disapprovingly curved away from her fingertips.

Her other hand liked to relax upon his chest seemingly steady; it would sit there secretly feeling for where his inward whoosh would go and hide.

Sometimes their legs would coil together, frantically trying to hold on, or hold closer. Their bodies would follow this electric trend pulsating into shapes, that fit snug and comfortably with one another's.

His hands following her curves, finding their own pockets and places to rest sometimes curiously, running up and down a zone learning the way it felt, the texture, the way it was about her.

He'd rest his head sometimes, upon her chest. Breasts enveloping half his face, sounds of her insides blushing about would fill his ear.

And she...

She would smile, and breath.

Breath in dry air, let her lungs lash out, let her chest expand, expanding his literal headspace…making both their hearts race.

And then she'd run her fingers through his hair once more, feeling the hairs disgruntled pleas to be left alone, but she'd carry on because she loved to hear him moan.

Breath out a sound all its own--

filled with happy air.

Reminding her to acknowledge the wide spread smile across her face, the taste of his lips lingering upon the smile’s flesh.

A reminder she loved him, but the love was something still growing

Something she knew she'd maybe not always understand.

Something she'd always be able to visually track it in the darks of their eyes.