Temptations

Can you hear my pulse through my skin? Can you see the hair on the back of my neck rising? Can you sense the need of my body? Can you see the temptation in my eyes? When I'm around you I feel weak. Not that bad weak, but that good weak. The one that has me tingling all over. From my head to my toes. From my mind to my soul. From my skin to my nether regions. You make me feel something so strong. A new definition of temptation. The kind you don't sense too often. It's a new feeling, the kind that I can't describe. I'm curious of your mind. I'm curious of your thoughts. I'm curious of what I can see when I look deep into your eyes. Are you feeling what I'm feeling? Not quite sure, but I feel like you do. My senses may be off, but... How about I pause? I'd stop but that'll be hard. 'Cuz when I try to ignore these strange new feelings, It doesn't seem to want to budge. So what do I do? I sit here and write a poem I'll never show to you. In fear of your reaction. So I guess that is it. A confession you'll never see. A confession of my temptation.