Restraint

Last night you were beside me. 

Sprawled on the lawn until it turned into a bed. 

My head nestled in the soft spot between your shoulder and chest.

I smelled you. Intertwined my hand with yours.

We stared up once more. 

Probably dreaming about what we wished was happening.

I rolled you over to face me. 

Freed my hand and placed both of mine on stubbly cheeks.

Fingers slithering to the short silver hairs on the sides of your head. 

Then down to the bare parts of your chin. 

I snuck down the back of your neck. 

Studying.

Open palmed, down your side.

Then you were naked. 

I moved down grazing your manhood.

I felt your buttocks, thighs, knees.

Once completed, I took your face again.

Fell into your galaxy eyes. 

For years all I’ve wanted to do is kiss you.

I’ve imagined every scenario, every sexual position.

Yet, once given the chance, in my own fantasy.

I refrained.