Roxy and I are celebrating the third anniversary of the night we met, on twitter, in aÂ deliriousÂ flurry of flirting.. there was a group of us flirting, teasing, testing and sparring. Â She was new Â to my twitter stream, and came to my attention through mutual friends. Â She caught my attention, there was a spark between us. Â I worried that maybe I was making it up, at first, but as we continued to get to know each other, I could see she felt it too. Â That electricity, the magic. Â A neon sign helpfully provided by the universe, pointing at her. Â This is the one, you’ve been waiting for her, don’t blow it!
I wrote this poem in those first heated months, before our first kiss
I want to know
I want to know how your skin smells
at the hollow of your neck
I want to know how your hair feels
in my fingers, at the back of your head
I want to know the sensation
of my tongue sliding across your nipple
I want to know the taste of your mouth
the first time we kiss
I want to know how your skin feels
the heat of it, next to mine
I want to watch your hips, when I touch you,
in a certain place, with a certain pressure
I want to know the sounds you make
when you donâ€™t give a damn who hears
I want to know the look in your eyes,
whenÂ youâ€™re hungry for me
First posted on 12/12/2008, a month after we’d met on twitter.
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