A Habit Worth Forming کے بول

So delicate is she Her coffee freckled skin A distraction I'd prefer over nervous conversation I'd like to trace my name In the sweat upon her chest She'd smile and draw me in That's all I'd ever need So close, cold feet, can't speak, not yet Shy, childlike in nature Offering herself Offering herself as you please I don't want to make the wrong impression But I can't hold this in How I'd like to get over this problem Would you help me? A woman waits for me As a part of myself As a part of myself I can't deny