I remember that day
We had skipped class
Laying about in her dad’s
Apartment one morning
Our legs were intertwined
Soft kisses
Dreaming eyes
And fingertips tracing
Each other’s lives
My hands upon her
Inner thighs
Touching her breath
As the fabric brought
Her skin alive
Lips tasting soft
Our lives were one
~
In a pause I told her
Truly how I loved
Her jeans
She smiled back …
‘they fit just right’