The way he looked into my eyes.
Standing, smiling at the doorway.
A thousand words have been spoken.
Piercing eyes of sex, lips of foreplay.
Will he be the one to love me?
To let me be the one he can trust?
Lye in be with consoling arms.
More than friendship. Something more than lust,.
He knows not what he does to me.
Seemingly stuck in the aura of friendship.
Feelings swelling deep inside me.
I catch my words and bite my lip,
Not wanting to tarnish what we already have.
But wishing to create something new.
How I've so wanted to kiss him passionately.
If only his heart knew.
Does it beat with mine?
Does it yearn and long for something more?
Hear me catch my breath.
These notions I can no longer ignore.