Silent attraction

Can't think, can't breathe

Shaking, hyperventilating

Tripping with every step I'm taking

Sweating, heart racing,

I sit to keep from the fit

Stop pushing,

 Skin is hot and flushing,

Quietly contemplating

So silently hungry,

For your lips your hands.

Don't confuse my reclusive state,

Trying to hold my composure

I'm not good at faking

Still shaking