I've been in these situations
too many times
gazing at a pretty face
seemingly stunned by
a perfect beauty.
Everything I would
say in response
an attempt to alleviate
the awkwardness.
Every pose I'd
try inspired by
ones before.
I'm jaded.
I'm afraid
to move.
I don't know how to touch you
in ways you'd find stimulating.
I don't expect to be your first,
or even the best,
although I'd hope for the latter.
I just want to be a different flavor
you haven't tried before.
Not just your new girl.
Not just a blur of blonde hair
in your face.
I want to be...
bold.
I want to be
deep.
But I am timid and shallow.

I'm not disappointed.
I'm just confused
when the hands on my hips
are disembodied.
And the excitement of the thurst behind
diffuses into a dull pain in my right side.
The lip exchange...
a requirement.
Anything
to escape this display
I can't do justice.