Forgive me…I’m blushing

And I hadn’t even noticed until just now.

That slight grin that forces my cheekbones up high and reveals that one dimple on the left

That rush of energy that fills my entire body and exposes my vulnerability

Therefore opening myself up to you

Forgive me…I’m blushing

And that doesn’t happen often.

It’s like exhaling for the very first time

Like looking at you looking at me and not having any idea what’s going on around us

Like the anticipation of a kiss and the exact moment my lips meet yours and I melt 
Therefore opening myself up to you

Forgive me…I’m blushing

And if you knew what I was thinking, you’d be blushing too.

Your kisses trailing my neck.

Your hands wandering freely and purposefully because every spot you touch elicits more pleasure than the last

Making it so that I can’t stop blushing.

And I owe it all to you.

See, this is the very beginning—once I blush, I only really blush for you.