I've tried pushing it away
This feeling I crave,
Of being held by him in a way
That I've come to understand he can't..

There's just something about
A forbidden-yet-no-so caress of his fingers
That lures me in further
To a state of unsatisfied being..

I could let it slip and damage his ego,
I could let him know in a soft voice,
I could do it myself when he's not around,
What I want above all though,
Is for him to realize himself..