Sitting on your loveseat
Making conversation
We have identical intentions
For tonight
And I'm pretty sure
You wanna to kiss me
But I'm too nervous
To lean in
And find out if I'm right
I keep touching your knees
Whenever we agree
The room is so warm
Your lips are
Overwhelming me
The way you form your letters
Each word just makes it better
The formation's so distracting
That the content barely matters
Your paragraphs
Are an epitaph
For my self restraint
My patience is waning
Not sure
How long I can wait
But you're looking at me
With full moon eyes
So soft and clear and bright
And I know it will
Be worth it
Even if it takes
All night
If you kissed me when
I walked through the door
I probably wouldn't
Like you as much
But these anxious hours
Of anticipation
Will just make it
That much better
When our lips
Finally touch