It's About You

Stealing my thoughts
with no warning.
So unsuspectingly
charming.
Why is it that
you say all the
right words?
My head
is spinning,
I'm struggling
to stay away...
from you.
Thoughts of
making love to you
is all I do.
Too soon,
it may be,
but it's hard
to hold back.
Why do you
do me this way?
It's been
less than a month.
I'm losing my touch.
Afraid of his fingertips
and craving his
words.
I hear him speak
and I melt
where I stand.
Do I tell him this?
NO!
Barely strong enough
to shake hands.
Let alone
kiss, hug, touch
and be near each other.
Cause the fear of his
power
over me, makes me run
a direction,
in another.
Running away so fast,
but I'm out of breath
and he catches me...
No longer strong
and I can't help but to
give into thee.
Wishful thinking and
optimism there.
Hoping beyond hope
he's not like the rest
and willing to wait.
Wait because I'm not finished
loving you yet...


But I haven't even started...