I touch your skin so innocently,
But innocence is not on my mind.
I whisper so quietly in your ear,
Under the guise that it is strategy.
You are on my team, as they know.
They do not suspect sweet nothings,
To flow so very freely from my lips.
They do not know how much I crave,
You, of all the off-limit people I see,
To show me how you feel about me,
To let your hand linger on my hand,
Just a moment longer than needed.
Just long enough to let me know,
That you care about me the way,
That I have to hide how much I care,
About you, dearest.