I’m too shy.

I want you to watch, but I’m too shy. I want to see your slow smile as my hand slips beneath the soft cotton of my panties. I want to make you lick your lips and gnaw at them. I want to make you wait.

But I’m too shy.

My mind’s eye is brimming with lusty tears, wet and ready to overflow at your say-so. All I need do is imagine the way you’d sink back into your seat and get comfortable, enjoying my performance, watching me touch as you watch me, caught in a loop of angst and exhibitionism.

But I’m too shy.

My fingers are itching to wander into the dampness you excite, to use them as you’d use yours with that tap-tap-tap-stroke motion that makes me arch and whimper. I want to show you how good daydreams of you can feel.

But I’m too shy.

I need it, and so do you, swimming in each others eyes, words dying on our tongues and the heavy sweetness in the air, like memories and wilted roses.

But I’m too shy.

Maybe just a peak? A tease. Yes, just a moment, a gasp, one delicious curl of a finger, one long sigh exhaled between us.

But I’m shy.

Too shy.


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Violet Fawkes

Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.