Desire

I wish that you could see how beautiful you are to me.
Your hair of golden brown falls upon your damp skin as you hasten to cover up your flaws.
I wish I could touch those scars upon your thigh as they call out to me.
They beg me to press my fingers upon their raised crescents.
You say you love the nights that you sit in to watch your favourite show, and I think it's true.
You gasp with terror as the screen casts your face in an array of colours.
You squeeze your eyes tightly wanting to see but too scared to peek.
Until I can gather my courage I will just sit here watching you.