A Night to Remember

So, if you played with my left ear, I would still keep my eyes on my phone screen and pretend like I did not know it. But if you ever veered off, I would shamelessly follow you.

So, if you touched my right thigh with your left hand when I worn short, I might push your hand away immediately. I would not actually mind that touch. It was just my instinct, a resisting without thought.

So, if you kissed me on my lip, I would try my best to reciprocate, even though I did not really know how to respond. I was still new to that thing. But if you happened to want more, I would ask for lights out.

So, if your hand kept running on my tummy and went up and up right under a dark green t-shirt you had lent me at early of that evening, I would laughed out at that moment. It was my sensitive spot. But if you asked me why, I would said I did not know.

So, if our lips touched already, would you now want to share your bed with me? Or would you want me to leave as soon as I could?

So, if this was the night I had to remember, would you still have it on your mind too?