Touch

I'm going to have to touch you soon.
 With your consent, of course.
  But god, I've been waiting for so long…
   I don't know how I can hold back much longer.
   Your smile, it's everything…
  And your eyes… could be enough… have been… enough.
 But your shape
You are always you, and you are always perfect.
Have been perfect for as long as I've known you.
But your shape.
  When I first caught sight of you the other night,
     you were turned away, but I'd recognize you from any angle.
       Your hair, such a beautiful shade, falling on your shoulders…
       Those shoulders, that perfect skin…
       Down and down your back, god how I long to see that back…
       Your top, flaring out a bit at the bottom…
       You know what you're doing.
      Those shorts, you wear them often, a decision I very much appreciate.
     Then finally those legs, my god those legs.
    I'd sell my very soul for a chance to touch those legs, even just once.
    Good god, woman.
   Do you even know what you do to me?
   I think… I think maybe you do.
  I think… I think maybe it pleases you.
  I think… I think maybe you'd let me, if I asked.
 Could I touch you?
Soon?