Shy

I miss his bare hands,

And his embracing smile,

quietly sneaking from his lips,

And calling me ‘mine’.

On my heels I still feel his feet,

Trying to smooth my skin away,

I inhale his exotic fragrance,

while he withers way…

I love this madness,

when you look at me,

The way you say my name,

I catch myself to hold you now,

but in your love I shy away…..