Dinner Invite

Just a brush of your hand sends my pulse racing a blush on my cheek imagining where it could be tracing Torture being so close and not being able to kiss you feelings of remorse inviting a visitor or two Wanting you so much unable to hold you in my arms avoiding the slightest touch because I can't resist your charms Bound to you, body, heart and soul never knew such passion my desire I'm trying to control as the potatoes I'm mashing Dinner is finally served I'm going to be dessert acting all shy and reserved hard, when you want to flirt