Why do I feel this way?
Senses pulsing, nerves throbbing,
aching endings--beginnings.
In between, anxious for what is
and what isn't,
what should never be.
Awakened yearning
longing for the tenderness
only just insinuated;
a hand brushing my leg,
or gently pointing out the little smile
that played upon the corners
of my mouth unbidden.
A light and gentle touch
that moves my toussled hair.
The sparkle in your soft blue eyes,
and that secret smile--
are you flirting with me
(though God knows you shouldn't)
or am I misreading every gentle notion?
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