And She Moves Me

 
 
Seems like forever since my eyes adored her  
the enchantress in silky stockings  
time has only enhanced her beauty  
the devil still plays with my mind  
 
Noticing the stockings are worn  
further provokes the image of a naughty girl  
an angelic face to take home  
with a body made for sin  
 
So much more then her attire  
I have but a smidgen of her story  
perhaps that is my inspiration  
foolish gloss for nature's drive  
 
Am I foolish in my projections  
fictionalizing her nicities into primal yearnings  
hoping for something never to be  
winds blowing beyond my grasp?  
 
Sky is where my thoughts are  
the ground the reality  
a sea of carnality hard for me to avoid  
threatening to destroy any positive regard she harbors
 
And so I take light steps  
watch her engage other admirers  
and seek refuge in my dreams  
absent the restraints of my flaws...