To say
I don’t think of you
would be a lie
but I dare not pine
As you cross my mind

 

Do not
ascertain as I close
the bedroom curtains
my wildness is founded
in uncontrollable desire

 

Ignore that
contented smile
while you hold my gaze
I suggest gently that
you need new glasses

 

Sipping more  
or less Dom Perignon
I’m sure it won’t be long
Before barman calls time
on this unexpected escapade

 

Giving no
weather warning of mood
you flatter my virtues
declaring an eternal bond
I can only say, that
of you - I am quite fond

 

I command
you must not be too long
but if you return quickly
you would be wrong that
I just wanted you by my side

 

Self-deprecating
a sweet ambiguity
I’m rather proud
I’m dodging
Cupid’s arrow
rather nicely

 

But I know
I said
I was just
passing through

 

I thought
I might

 

stick around
a bit longer.

 

Would you?

 

© Katypoetess  2015