Grab Hold of My Hand

I have but one wish, just one. And that is to lay a kiss on your somber lips. As my eyes stare in yours, I seek to know your internal flame. I see a spark that arouses my curiosity to further explore the inner workings of your mind.

As I strut my stuff by you, I notice a look of interest come across your face. As you lick your lips and touch your fingertips to your hair, you toss your hair back like you haven't got a care.

You give me a look that says how dare I look into your eyes, as if I was piercing into your soul. I stand in astonishment at your elegance in nonverbal cues.

My heart is struck with a feeling, a wanting, a yearning. My mind is confused by this, but my mind knows that I must meet your gaze. If I ever want to meet you, to know you, I must play your game, in your way.

As you tilt your head and give me that little smirk, I can see the smart ass in you playing with my desire. So, I can feel my heart start to beat while you ever stoke my fire.