Something in the Way He Moves

The taste of you is on my lips,
Yet we've never kissed.
The feel of your touch is on my skin,
Yet we've never had physical contact.

It's so close, yet so far,
Can't seem to reach it.
I want it,
I need it.

I feel the butterflies roam inside,
I try to hide my feelings.
My breath begins to shorten,
The excitement rise with every heart beat.

Yet, you're poison,
Forbidden to me.
I can't have you,
You can't have me.