I sit on the corner of the bed with my head bent down,
blushing in secret...
a wild thought of that "someday"..
That someday when your hand will trace my back from behind..
and your soft deep voice,
whispering romantically with breath of control,
"come inside now, close to me".

I would want to turn around, I would want to kiss you...
but why should you get that so easy?
..I'll make you wait.
I'll feel your hand growing impatient and...