A Habit Worth Forming

So delicate is she

Her coffee freckled skin

A distraction I'd prefer over nervous conversation

I'd like to trace my name

In the sweat upon her chest

She'd smile and draw me in

That's all I'd ever need

So close, cold feet, can't speak, not yet

Shy, childlike in nature

Offering herself

Offering herself as you please

I don't want to make the wrong impression

But I can't hold this in

How I'd like to get over this problem

Would you help me?

A woman waits for me

As a part of myself

As a part of myself

I can't deny