Lion heart, you cause contradictions.
I'm perplexed by your looks, excited by your gaze.
Your fingertips on my skin soothe me but leave me burning to feel more.
I could watch you for hours, silent observer to your careful movements,
but the moment you move towards me, into my space,
I want nothing more than to wrap my limbs around you, give myself to you by pulling you closer,
our skin to skin not being enough.
You make me want to paint murals with my words,
sing songs that have yet to be put to note.
You give me a look and I want to whimper, want to claw at your skin.
Sometimes you pull back, pull way, sharp and sudden like a paper cut,
and you confuse me! The calm and primal burn turn to frustration, almost a shade of anger.
It makes me want to take you apart, figure out what makes you tick,
what makes you tock,
which springs and coils cause you to halt, maddeningly,
at the moment I want more and to give you more.
Lion heart,
I want to know you, but you scare me.
You amaze me, fascinate me, come from a different world,
find me on our common ground.
Take these contradictions as my offerings of myself to you.
