Your hand on my arm
That simple touch
Means more than I can ever say
No hesitation
I hesitate
Wanting more
But stutter
Brush by you
Touch
I see him watching us
Circling each other
Wondering if maybe
Give in to passion
But there is a right way
And I need more than a few hours
With you
And I see him looking
His eyes like coals
Daggers into me
Do you see?
You belong to you
Keep his opinions to himself
I’ll not allow an insult
Slow steps
Make the dance
And perhaps a symphony
Or perhaps I hope for more than
More than can be given
But I know
Now
Not more than I deserve
Pelgris 