The Desirable

The beginnings of love.

My heart is pounding,
Palms are sweaty,
Breathing is becoming more and more difficult.
Elbows barely touching
Between layers of fabrics,
Yet my arm is in flames.
Flames of desire and affection.
How can this be?
So much unknown
Yet that feeling of familiarity creeps in,
Into my heart.
Are you ready for more? Do you want more?
I can heal you, if you let me.
I want to be close to you,
Will you let me in?