Grip

Grip

Aggressive 

The first time you leaned towards me

Pressed your weight upon my chest

Reached up by your tippy toes

Whispered gently as you got close

"Make your move"

Now is this chess? Am I pawn to this queen?

Or this might be checkers where she could get on top & King Me?

Speaking of royalty, should I get on one knee so she can knight me?

When did this become thoughts of monarchy?

She only said make a move not go to war

What are all these random thoughts for?

All from a five second glance

Hands guided down her back 

To her waist 

Then her hips

Ever gently as hands approach her peach,

She replies

"Grip"

Apply pressure

Check the circumference

Volume

Density

Woulda thought this was geometry

But I been onto the anatomy

Law of physics, pick it up like there was no gravity

Reality of it all

Me squeezing on these stress balls

As if her tense spots had me on collect calls 

Think of a psychiatrist & a masseuse 

Relieving pain, physically & mentally

Simultaneously 

Amazing how such actions create such peace

All giggles n remarks have ceased

To the point she begins to sleep

Only a smirk shows she was pleased

Damn...shoulda yelled "Checkmate"