Bide My Time

I'm addicted to the smell of your skin
And the way that you smile from your eyes
I anticipate spinning in your arms again
Looking down when my feelings arise

Walls tumble down when you're talking with me
I perch on the edge of release
Advice and secrets, both given and free
Fears of vulnerability cease

Perhaps you'll never want me the way I want you
Maybe I won't feel your lips on mine
But whenever I see you, I can't be afraid
So until then, I'll just bide my time