white

I did not mean for it to happen again.

Yes, I wanted it to but I wondered if yesterday was just two people seduced by a forbidden temptation, and consumed by a forgotten passion. Despite how I like to think I am open-minded, in actuality, I am far more old-fashioned than I would like to admit. I could not be with somebody I did not feel for.

And that scares me more than a little. What if I felt more for you than I could afford?

So many what-ifs swimming around in my head, yet the only thing that I can think of right now is how sexy you look in that little white bra. I remember so much of it in detail:

Like how it made me hesitate for awhile right after I pull your shirt off. How the thin little straps made it all look so fragile. How the cotton texture of it seems like you were adorned in little white flowers. How that two little strings that entwine the cups together were driving me out of my mind that I wanted to rip them off with my teeth.

White is so your color.