Being with you throws all I know out the window.
I feel like the amateur,
Instead of the sullied expert that I am.
I feel awkward and shy,
Where normally I am confident and suave.
I can't seem to think of the next thing to say or do,
For fear of your reaction.
I am but a helpless man cast anew into the hurricane that is love,
Constantly swept away by the ocean that is my desire for you,
My hands drink up the feel of your skin,
And my eyes treasure every glimpse of you that they catch,
While my lips yearn for yours like nothing I have ever felt.
I only barely restrain myself with the knowledge that soon enough...
You will be in my embrace,
And then I may sate these selfish desires to my hearts content.
