Tell me I can not touch you. Tell me to restrict my closeness toward you.

I can not stop when I feel you near with your blond hair, your smell.

I see your back while you are working. I see your long figure standing...

I need my hands going around you as it happens,

looking like a distracted touch, but it is very conscious.

I am longing for you.

As much I try to stay far away, you make me to fail.

In the moment I feel you skin, your warm and strong hip I fall,

and get into that attraction that lose me into you.

And now, your smell stays with me like a taste in my brain that does not go away.

I can see my desire growing slowly at the same time I try to put it behind,

but the wish of having you close to me again,

keeps coming back.

I imagine your little kiss in my neck, your head reclining on my shoulder,

my arms around your belly, your brilliant eyes smiling,

and the sound of that song pushing me to dance toward your body,

your wonderful face.

Toward your beautiful breast, and touch you.

My heart beats quickly as my fingers run through your chest.

Please tell me I can not touch you.