Your eyes have nothing to do
With my break that needs mending
Just your fingertips brushing mine
Igniting my stomach, they’re sending
Unfamiliar shivers down my spine

I’ll make it your move
More than hands, unoffending
Beg you cross unbroken lines
Blurring heat, colors blending
Aching bodies that yearn to entwine

I’ll smile for you
Because you’re kind and so tending
Feel you search for a sign
That it’s real, no pretending
When my lips part and breathe their first sigh

Smooth sensations so new
Quickened heartbeats are lending
Themselves to weave echoing whines
To sing us to our beautiful ending
After which we refuse to unwind.