Skin white as the moonlight, creature of the night.
Yet wild and free like the wolf.
You say one sixth, maybe that is what I see in those deep eyes.
But I also see fear and uncertainty.
Never fully feeling what I know should be there, raw passion.
They have touched yet they pull away from each other.
Each waiting for something, neither fully knowing what it is.
Always wanting to touch you, look at you and kiss you. Never wanting to take my eyes off for too long.
Still something holding back.
No more wanted.