I'm Waiting

I love the way he feels me,

The way he looks at me,

It's so gentle,

So soft,

It's beautiful.

My skin trembles at his touch,

Blood pumps through my veins,

My body starts to shake,

And he reaches out to me,

Like a savior to a damsel in his touch.

His fingers linger and search me,

And I'm not sure if I like it,

Or whether I should.

But it's up to me,

And I don't like it,

I need time.

Time to wait,

Time to think,

Time to heal what has been done.