What I am really trying to say

What I am really trying to say

What I am really trying to say is that I desperately want to make love to you.
My entire soul longs to be one with you.
I long to taste your skin, touch your nakedness, and feel your body so perfectly fit against mine.
Yet, something stops me.
The heart betrays me for my own good.
Reminding me of the stake, the cost, the consequence.
You see you are not like everyone else.
I long not only to share my body, but my being.
To make myself ultimately vulnerable to you,
and in my heart I feel the same stirring from you.
yet, I know not if you would allow it.
Your mouth speaks and warns not to scare you with I love you’s.
Nor do I myself wish to be petrified at the thought.
This is why I cannot make love to you,
for surely I will loose the little control I have over my emotions for you.