Shy boy.

And he lives in my dreams.
Thrives in my thoughts.
Oh Boy! Where art thou?

He, of perfection
Chiselled jaw, sharp nose and
Sunkissed skin.
Deep brows and eyes sparkling with intelligence.
Chocolate voice that weakens my knees
Hair softly teasing my fingertips,
When my hands run through.

He holds me close to his chest,
I hear the beats loud and clear.
He has affection, deep and true,
Though lips are wordlessly mute.

And kisses like drawing breath,
From a sudden lack of air.
Infusing me with passion in his embrace.
But draws away into his world
When I look into his eyes.
Shy boy.

You  make me smile.
I wonder why.
I miss the rush of the wind in my ear,
As shadows grow in threes and fours.
Flashing by under the streetlights.

When will you hold me again?