The pressure of your hand on my back is something I will never forget
Your face nuzzled into my neck
I know you wanted to kiss me
I was just so worried
Worried that I did not know how to kiss
Worried that if I did kiss you this would have to develop
Worried about whether or not I could trust you
Worried on how I would react
Worried I would fuck it up
Because believe it or not I fuck up a lot
