Is it endearing
when my tongue ties?
Do you like the flutter
Of my bu*terflies?
I reel with a nervousness hard to reign in
It's blatantly clear by the rouge of my skin
But it's strangely addictive
To be close to you
Like seeking a thrill as those skydivers do
I know I won't plummet
I'll land in your arms
With no parachute
I'll fall for your charms
You'll put me at ease
Run your hand through my hair
And you'll-make me believe
That you're glad I am there.