But you don’t see me
I see your incandescent eyes, your undiluted soul
I stand here nakedly
Exposed.
I hear you
But you don’t hear me
As your melodic baritone travels about the room, your poetic conversation
I sit here knocked-kneed
Aflutter.
I feel you
But you don’t feel me
The sensation of your bare chest under my soft breasts, in my dreams
I am a mystery
Secret.
I taste you
But you don’t taste me
Your boyish lips, those pearliest edible perfect teeth near me
I resist them weakly
Breathless.
I touch you
And you touch me
Your athletic hands, a conduit of electricity upon my arm
I move barely
Jelly.
I want you
But I think you don’t want me
Your dark viscous hair, my hands screaming to caress
I am often frisky
Playful.
I see you
But you don't see me
Exposed, aflutter, secret, breathless, jelly, playful
Lady.
C
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