Scarlet

You watched as my legs began to shake under your touch.

I laughed a blissful laugh that came out quieter than I intended.

I do that you know; any time a man gets close enough to brush the skin of my thighs my face burns with reticence.

I’ve been told I go quiet whenever my eyes roll back,

My breath hitching.

Normal people make a sound whenever another person causes absolute titillation.

Not me though,

No,

I lay there silently, moving my hips ironically, with my hands in your hair,

Until,

A few long, then short, then long again moments,

I laugh.

A sigh of relief, then another laugh, as I roll over to my side, hiding the scarlet cheeks I now possess.