There is something sexy
hovering over your shoulder
drawing the eye forever in your direction.
Making my heart pit then pat.
That slip of the eye,
indication of something ever so much more
than mere beauty.
Your face is just the ribbon.
Stand like that curved tree for me.
Remind me of a breeze.
Take curious peeks into my mind
and stun my heart with insight.
Biting lips should be illegal.
Beautiful hands should be a sin.
Blushing can be painful
when stubbornly displayed
upon my countenance.