Poke My Nose

by Valeria   May 30, 2010


I want him next to me, I want to look at him so badly
when he finally sits down next to me
I suddenly don't want him there
I'm scared he'll notice how nervous I've become since he's been there
ha lays down next to me
and he's practically on my lap
why does he torture me like this?
I want to look at his face
and when i finally do, he's looking at me
his hand starts coming to wards my face, and I feel my breath catch
his finger lands on my nose and starts slowly moving in circles
when he's done with that he quickly slides it into my nose
I start to squirm and try to get away but his hand's all over my face, and trying to tickle my neck
he sits up and just stares, so I slip my finger into his nose
he laughs and starts trying to tickle me all over again
It's impossible not to be attracted to someone who is so comfortable to poke your nose, out of nowhere.

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