Why is it wrong

 
I long for the touch of your hand
I dream of its touch
I've told you as much
The touch of your hand would be grand

At rare times I risk an embrace
Sliding my arms round your waist
Drawing you in your scent I can taste
I could linger forever as we turn to face

Your head tilts up offering your lips
Desire is written deep in your eyes
In a brief moment away from those who would spy
We swim in desire I pull in your hips

My feeling is strong
You must feel it when our bodies are pressed
Then you pull away a little distressed
I love when we touch - so why is it wrong