He's foreign to me but the feeling he gives me

I have missed greatly

My heartbeat quickening, my breathing changing pace

The blood rushing 

To my face, my ears, my neck 

Which somebody else kisses,

Not him

That would be a forbidden romance,

Wouldn't it?

The way he seemingly sees me it's

As though I could somehow

Be stunning

He said "good" when I told him

I wasn't yet moving

Is it so wrong I want to be what he dreams

About when he's busy sleeping?