The infinite ways
I want to touch your soft skin
distract me from life

I want to fall in love
with her
I want to be worthy
of falling in love
If only she would speak
where I can hear
and whisper secrets
What to say
to do
How to touch
How to be something
She desires
If only I knew
How to be worthy
of loving her

The peach that bruises
with lightest touch
is sweet and cool
delight
which melts on tongue
to rejuvenate
flesh and flame of soul