I watch her;
the curls in her hair,
the scent of her skin,
the glow in her eyes,
I am speechless....

She's easy on the eyes yet so far at reach,
I find myself leaning for her,hoping she doesn't flinch,
her eyes run down my tense sense of self,
I hope I didn't scare her half to death,
for she smiles innocently
she taunts me ever so heavenly
I can never have her sadly
for a love like hers would be ashes if placed in my burning hands.
© Rina