Using Reason Within A Trance

The urges flare
but I'd never dare

my silent approval
follows every nuance;

the rising of the chest
as you take a breath

Fitting snug
to the God-given endowments
I would gladly kiss and rub

Enjoying you in the element
of natural grace,
the brightness of your face
framed in wisps
of radiant red

You know I stare,
but how do I ever dare,
approach?

I prefer no words,
simply my hand
resting gentle at the throat

Those warming greens
meeting my ocean blues
before our lips...

Ignore the reasoning
or any latent fear
to be affixed

But to advance
with unlikely any chance,
and swollen ambition
evident by these jogging pants

Is not the way,
I would leave my mark
on your radar.