Why is my mind so restless tonight
Why is it swaying in direction that is not right.
Every time I see him something stirs from within.
A splash of radiance blushes my skin.
The coyness in his smile, those castaway vision.
A peekaboo of his hairy chest.
The broadness of his frame
Threatens to stretch my imagination.
His youthful ebullience
His flirtatious mischief
Trying to come closer
Making me conscious.
I try to brush of the differences.
Yet heart hums some fanciful lyrics.
Where it's just me and him
And our engaging lure.
Forbidden path it is,
That we wish to tread
Where experience deflowers the virginal lust.
He waits
I procrastinate.
Fully aware that the night is waiting
For the final dawn.
Why is it swaying in direction that is not right.
Every time I see him something stirs from within.
A splash of radiance blushes my skin.
The coyness in his smile, those castaway vision.
A peekaboo of his hairy chest.
The broadness of his frame
Threatens to stretch my imagination.
His youthful ebullience
His flirtatious mischief
Trying to come closer
Making me conscious.
I try to brush of the differences.
Yet heart hums some fanciful lyrics.
Where it's just me and him
And our engaging lure.
Forbidden path it is,
That we wish to tread
Where experience deflowers the virginal lust.
He waits
I procrastinate.
Fully aware that the night is waiting
For the final dawn.
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