Smitten
Smitten by his every move, his every breath,
Moving towards me and I'm dumb struck, lost for words,
I intend to do nothing about it, just enjoy him,
Tempting me, seducing me, how desperately absurd,
Tasting his deliciousness, with each inhale,
Excitement, wondering if he feels it too,
Nothing can stop me from being hopelessly SMITTENED by you.
Copyright © Jody-Ann Beckford | Year Posted 2011
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