I Want To Know

You tell me
I calm you down,
but
I want to make you
uncomfortable.

I want to know
what it's like
to trap you
between my arms
and the elevator walls.

I want to know
what it's like
to watch you squirm
in the confined space.

I want to know
what it's like
when you realise
what I can do
as I finally
move away from you.

But,

I want to know
how your skin feels like
against mine.

I want to know
how your fingers will look
wrapped around mine.

I want to know
what it would be like
to hold your face in my palms
as you stare up at me.

I want to know,
what it would be like
to kiss you,
without hesitation,
without compromise.

Do your lips taste as soft as they look?

Would our teeth clash as our tongues meet?

Would your hands roam my body?

Would they clasp the back of my neck?

Would my arms pick you up?

Would they pull you closer by the waist?

Will we come up for air?

Would we intoxicate ourselves a little longer?

These are trivial and adolescent questions
Nothing more than that.

But

I want to know

Will you be mine?

Because I will always be yours

at least some part of me

No matter what.