I’ve found myself in despair
for this thing I feel in me
asking why is it so hard
to show what is inside.
I’ve discovered myself longing
as I’ve never done before
for the touch of your hands
and just a tender embrace.
I’ve told myself one day
I’ll shut this stupid sense
that stops me from trying
to be a coward anymore.
To finally reach your lips
getting lost in their taste,
that unknown sweet kiss,
and your deepest essence.