Would I feel the moment you saw me
As my skin started to prickle,
Knowing you were close?

Would you see me through the crowd
As your eyes found mine,
Like my body was calling for yours?

Would you see me brushing me hair behind my ear
And the slow, secretive smile
Appearing on my face?

Would you catch me as I bit down on my lip
As my blood ran faster
Under your powerful gaze?

Would you walk closer to me
Even if it meant
You might get caught?

Would you stand so close
That your scent would carry
On the gasp of the wind?

Would I feel the heat from your body
As you stood close
Behind me?

Would you sense my shivers
As I felt your breath
On my neck?

Would you reach for my hand
And slowly brush your fingertips
Along my skin?

Would you whisper to me
As you grabbed my shoulder
And turned me around?

Would you ask me to sit
And talk about
The beauty of the day?

Would you look into my eyes
And see
What is inside my soul?

Would your mesmerizing eyes drift
To be drawn to my lips
As I spoke?

Would you lean in closer
And brush my hair
Away from my neck?

Would I feel the touch of your lips
As they finally felt
My sensitive skin?

Would I hear your silent longing
As you whisper,
“I want to know you more”?