Spark

Her voice is a sweet melody
That melts all the bitterness i have stored within.
She smells like she is a virgin to  heart break and
I can't be the first to do the honours


I am scared of stealing her innocence
As her body heaves to every glance and awkward stare I helplessly  throw at her.
She is losing the fight
That she's having with her instincts.
I catch her fixing herself
Concealing certain  things
Especially those that really interest me.


How can I bring so much instability 
Without a single touch?
I feel appreciated
For reasons I'm still trying to find.
I'm unsure of her intentions
But all I know is
A lot of love lives within her.


Such a cute little puppy
in a Mexican  standoff with a werewolf