He is begging me to touch him.
He wants me to take him in my arms, and love him.
“Please, do this” His eyes say, “Nuzzle and caress”
But he sits there, guarded,
Unwilling to make the first move.
He can’t take his eyes off me.
Transfixed, he trembles, wanting this so badly,
I wish I could reassure him
But If I try to move towards him, he will flee,
So I wait for him to make a leap of faith.
There is nothing to fear, pussycat,
Let me stroke you, let me hear you purr.