He knows my innermost desires, has seen me naked, open, wanting,
But is afraid of conversation, wants to keep things at a distance.
He’s touched me, tasted me, smelled me, plucked me,
Dreamed of me, invaded me, aroused me, haunted me,
He’s looked into my eyes, my mind, my memory,
But is afraid of conversation, prefers rehearsed interaction.
Perhaps his fear is warranted, I know him not, but want him all,
Want to hold him, kiss him, cradle him, and be ravished by his thought.
Caution can be caring, considerate, and tender,
Would he love me just as gently, or force me to surrender?
If I give him what he wants, I’ll want him more each time he gives;
Want to hold him, kiss him, cradle him, and satisfy his every whim.