To play it cool...

This time last night, I was stroking your hair, you were lying in my arms, and I was thinking about how soft your skin was and how worrying it is to take a step into the unknown.

I want to send you a text message or an email, but I can't because I don't know what's going to happen with you. I don't know whether or not you want me. I don't know whether or not I want you. I'd give you up for H, for example. Or A. I don't know you, I don't know who you are or what you're like, hardly anything. I know you smoke joints, you've got your uniform, you give me little things. Do you want me around? Are you possessive or jealous, will you fly off the handle, what are you like? You're so taciturn.

I know you didn't force me. I know you're shy. Pourquoi tu me regardes comme ca? Parce que tu es belle. J'aime te regarder.

Another part of me doesn't want to give you any hope. What if someone else comes along, and I have to break you? I'm not sure who I want just at this moment. It's you, I think. I don't want to give you false hope. Yet, in another moment, I'm imagining us lying together and saying, 'je t'aime'. I'd be surprised and say, 'oh'. Toujours inattendu, ca. Then I'd say, 'je t'aime aussi, cherie. Je t'aime'.

I'd like to be round you now. Curled up with you. Last night, early in the morning, you put your arms around me and said, 'j'ai envie de toi'. Little things. I was so sure that I didn't fancy you that much, and now I'm uncertain.

I don't want you to hurt me, and I don't want to hurt you.

You have got
Brown eyes
That watch me
And snaggly little teeth
You make love as if
You're a man
Though less rough
And when you touch me
So gently
I can't help but want you.