Echolyn A Habit Worth Forming
So delicate is she
Her coffee freckled skin
A distraction I'd prefer over nervous conversation
I'd like to trace my name
In the sweat upon her chest
She'd smile and draw me in
That's all I'd ever need
So close, cold feet, can't speak, not yet
Shy, childlike in nature
Offering herself
Offering herself as you please
I don't want to make the wrong impression
But I can't hold this in
How I'd like to get over this problem
Would you help me?
A woman waits for me
As a part of myself
As a part of myself
I can't deny
