My Body Likes You

my body likes You.
it sounds goofy but
it's true- a look from
You and i am a
complete and utter
bumbling
dribbling
fool.
my skin has a mind of
it's own, a hot-blooded organism
without a conscience.
my cheeks flush a
hot sweet
strawberry jam red,
red like my twitchy
obvious
self-conscious
embarrassment, my
insecurity in your presence.
You are perfectly humble, lovely,
while i am perfectly
awkward.
my body likes You.
when You are near my
hands shake my
head swirls like
sweet cream in hot bitter coffee and
my knees feel prickly
and sugar salty sweet to the touch.
to your touch? well,
my knees and my
strawberry jam cheeks, my
heart hopes for your
Sunday morning scented touch because
my body likes You and
my heart honestly
completely
utterly
loves
You.