I want to know

I stand in the door way of your room;
Guiltily looking at what belongs to you;
My fingers gingerly touch the fabric of your coat;
I leave without a sound.

I want to know. . .
I want to know the feel of your skin.
I want to know. . .
I want to know how it feels to let you in.

The day fades away and turns to night;
And still this fire burns within.
What it feels like to burn with your kiss;
Is one more desire to add to the list.

I want to know. . .
I want to know the feel of your skin.
I want to know. . .
I want to know how it feels to let you in.

How long have I wanted to know?