Corrupted In the Best Way

I have this little morsel trying to spy my eye, all demure, and shy, throwing herself in the wind, hoping I’ll pick up her scent. Neck so slim and white, can almost see the blood pumping through her arteries, hips swaying, a little extra, when she looks over her shoulder, her eyes grabbing at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention. And though I can appreciate, her efforts spurn nothing but a poem for my heart rest where it wants and it seems as if every day’s been a year in finding its resting place, and now that its nestled in nothing shall tempt it from here for my desire’s been found, my shade has finally settled on me, comforting me, caressing me, grabbing me by the neck and nuzzling me into bliss. Can you hear me calling, leaving my intentions for the moon to reflect? Can you feel me clawing my love into any hard surface I touch? Can you feel my heart beat, you got it flowing again and the blood runs through for you.