Shy but Voyeuristic

Do you want to get some coffee,
Dreamed the shy man to the flirt,
I'll not speak to you: I'm stuffy,
And I would not want to hurt,
Any feelings that might linger,
In that excited mind of yours,
I could touch you with my finger,
And you would not even pause
As you sit and eat, I'm watching,
Quite unsure how to impress,
The seconds pass: I'm botching,
Any chance you might undress,
Each minute seems an hour,
Yet I lack the time to think
Of you naked in my power,
And me buying you a drink.

He's shy, but voyeuristic,
He wants, but will not get,
His flirtation's a statistic,
That she knows not to forget.