There is something so adorable about the way I ask for sex. The way i would bite my lips and lean in closer and kiss you. How my fingers would slowly run along your chest area and how I would hug your thigh with my two thighs. How my hands would hold in place your face and and how every kiss was a pulse, a throb, of my vagina onto your body. There was something vulnerable about the way I would cover my breast until your lips made their way to them and how I would pull your head closer and and closer to my breast living you no time to breath and how my back would arch in delight of it. There was something peaceful in the way I would hear my self breath and my moans that would excite you and tingle their vibrations into our ears. There was a sense of safety as you would unbutton my pants, my blouse,how you would grab me. It was never forced. It was never tough. It was never for your sole pleasure but for both of us. There was something adorable about the way I would ask for more, by sliding my body on top of you. Just throbbing back and forth on you and your smile that will never get erased from my mind. There was something beautiful about the way I would make your heart beat excel and I could listen to it. There was something adorable about the way I wouldn’t want to stop but was so tired I couldn’t keep going anymore. I would collapse onto your chest and lay there and you would embrace me until I would fall asleep to the rhythm of your heart beat. There was something adorable about us. There was something adorable about me, the part of me that was able to be sexual with you, that 21 year old that fell in love with you. There is something so adorable about the way my body would orgasm in delight and all I could say was yeah after you would ask if I liked it. It was a whisper, which haunts me whenever I doubt my safety.