I am burning with desire
Aching, actually
I have to want to need

Too shy, too awkward, to be

Well, I wear the clothes
And I would, I swear it
Walk over and touch you
Feel your skin

I would kiss that kiss
The dream one
But I never learned to kiss
Not like that

They laugh when they hear
My confession
That I have not kissed
Not ever

What some call my
Sweet innocence
Is the very structure on which
I build my fear in failing