Sweet Decline

As you speak
I think;
how I'd love to feel
your lips
pressed against mine.

My mind wanders
to a different place
where you and I
are one.

If you touch me
at this moment;
right now
right here,
I'll melt.

I love to look
into your eyes
and dream of you
being with me.

If I ever say
how I feel;
you'll smile and
gently push me away.

A sweet decline.