Never

I don't think of kissing, much
Although you might not think it true
And never was I missing much
Until I thought of kissing you

I don't dwell on dancing much
Except alone, I do digress
The thought, I never fancied much
Until I saw your dancing dress

I never dote on coloration,
Except to turn some pleasant phrase
But now I'm here in consternation
Of verdant pleasure in your gaze

I'm not a fan of holding hands
I'd like to keep mine free to wield
So if you'd help me understand
Why your hand has so much appeal

Necks and wrists and blushing cheeks
I never saw the romance there
And now I cannot help but seek
To kiss you on your everywhere

I never thought of kissing much
Until lately, that was true
But now I'm longing for the touch
Of no one in the world but you