i feel shy
when you tilt my chin with your finger
and explore my cheeks with tiny butterfly strokes
while drinking in the darkness of my eyes
my heart is fluttering fast
and you'll notice the slight curve in the corner of my lips
a hint of a smile, but i'm nervous
eyelashes cast down
avoiding your gaze
but my fingers are dancing
across the small of your back
travelling lightly across your waist
and up your chest
my hands
they give away my hunger
but my eyes are still shy
and i wish i could be a better lover
and god
i wish i could hold your hand