Shy. My pulse-ox sticker falls on laps
Shy. my deepest skill is surrendering on command
Shy. Picks cycling gloves dry at her desk; says nothing.
Shy. Sweet by the water cooler, feral by the oven.
Shy. Good girl wants to earn the release.
Shy. Soft rice cake voice, filthy midnight longing.
Shy. Turtleneck by day, trembling open by lamplight.