My heart is being held prisoner
In her dungeon of coquettishness
She hasn’t fully rejected me
But my advances she coyly deflects
I haven’t given up all hope
She still smiles at my innuendos
But when I approach for a carnal dance
She just steps all over my toes
My heart is being held prisoner
In the shadows of doubt’s darkness
As if she is waiting for someone better
Before donning her wedding dress
I wish that I could just escape
To pursue another’s full acceptance
But it seems my heart is forever staked
To this unfortunate circumstance
Categories:
coquettishness, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
With his fingers is how a blind man sees
Letting his touch relay the imagery
Now saunter over here next to me
So your beautiful face my hands can see
Your skin is as smooth as a porcelain doll
My fingers trace over a bountiful smile
Your lips are full and subtly wet
A coquettishness I seem to detect
Your nose is carved with perfect symmetry
A button nose, described it would be
Your cheeks are soft and round and full
A little heat suggests I am exciting you
Your eyes are large and mostly round
Your brows, sculptured and curved I found
Eyelashes tickle the palms of my hands
Like butterfly kisses from a dreamland
Ears are hidden beneath long silken hair
Unattached lobes with diamonds in there
My fingers are in love with what they just explored
Now my lips are aching to see some more
Categories:
coquettishness, passion, visionary
Form: Rhyme