I need you to stay, and the urge to beg you to stop getting dressed swells to a lump in my throat.  Alas, my cowardice quells my protestations. Feebly, unconvincingly, I mirror the consolatory smile you shoot over your shoulder. My...

Lean In

"A woman has sex for the first time, in the body she's dreamed of."

You keep teasing me under these stars. You lean in ever so close; I can feel your breath mix with mine, your lips invade the bubble around mine. And then you back away, and I can see the sky, but...