My heart races and the only thing I can hear is my erratic heartbeat and the blood rushing through my veins. My hands go clammy and start to shake, so I ball them up into fists and hope you don't reach for my hand.
You stand mere inches away, staring into my eyes with intensity, but not moving. I wish you would just close those few inches between our faces and make your lips dance with mine. Make them speak to each other while our hands to the same with our bodies. Kiss me with such passion that sparks fly and I lose the ability to breathe.
And as you pull away, allow me to pull you back because I long for the feeling of you against me. And as I do so, lift me onto the counter so my legs may wrap around your waist and I can tangle my fingers through your hair. Let me attempt to fight for the dominance I know you'll never give up.
Don't be surprised when I rip open your shirt and buttons go flying because the buttons would take too long for me to get to your skin if I went one by one. Don't worry when I gasp at the feeling of you kissing my neck, or when I pull your hair because it feels incredibly wondrous.
I'll feel like a fumbling fool as I try to get my shirt over my head, and you get it off with ease for me because I'm too flustered. But that feeling of embarrassment won't last long as you're back to kissing me and my mind becomes mush again.
My body is on fire because your fingertips leave a trail of sparks everywhere you touch and roam.
And as I shake myself out of my head, I realize you're still standing those few inches away, but instead calling my name, and asking if I was okay. And for a second, I almost just kissed you. But I decided against it, as I know you wouldn't kiss me back.
