The pale rosy glow
Of winter’s cruel
cold
Elegantly paints you
skin.
Though I stand by
Heart in my throat,
at the sight
My eyes proceed to
roam.
Too entrances to
leave,
Too embarrassed to
stare.
My hands, ah! How
they tremble.
Is it discernable? Aye,
I fear it so,
My girlish blush
betrays me.
My knees turn to
butter
My thighs do quake,
I fear they can’t
hold my weight.
With sentence half
finished.
Heart too full, my
hunger unyielding
I turn away.
Though my body does
exit
your exquisite presents
my heart and my mind
remain.
With sighs
un-uttered,
And desires un-gained
I let my lone heart
Erode away.
