Is It?

What is this new feeling bruising my skin? It must not yet be your lips and how they change my skin from a pale purple undertone, to a bright, pink sheen that proves the bloodflow to be real; even in a person like me.

I stay in awe, for that is all one could do at this point. And I wait with a cocked gun as to see what is one to do?

Do I aim for your heart and steal nothing less, or am I to rather watch your every move until completely prepared to do so?

For now it is too soon to say. 

Give me yet another day,

Just another day.