Silent Sensual Songbird

Am I
ultimately just
wasting my time.
Is there really such a thing?
I hope that she wouldn't
call it a waste.
Can I stop
thinking in terms of this
one thing,
so that I might be able to make
a clear decision?
Why do I feel
this need
for a decision?
Where is this
urge, a call to act,
come from?
Do I need to prove
it is not
the only thing that matters?
Is it?
....
Important?
My arms, my hips
hunger for that
smooth confess.
My favorite song.
I sing through
sweet caress.
My thoughts are never lonely.
My shoulder swoons at incidental touch.
She has drawn me with
withdrawal.
Hanging on will hurt us both.
It always does.
What right have I
to not give her a chance?