overwhelming chemistry in the air,
your perfect charm put me on alarm,
male psyche in action, emotions on auction,
trembles down my spinal column, oh, so yum-yum,
the yes to no ratio, so narrow, willingness aglow,
all I could do was to push you away, because I felt like a prey.
Although I entered your presence clothed in my most expensive resistance attire,
your aura was like gunfire,
being so close to you, made me tipsy
to awaken a hunger of participatory intimacy.
I couldn’t allow further enticement,
because your facade was too vibrant
and the passion in your eyes was a warrant.
Your smug, droll, teasing and charming remarks
was fatal electricity to my sparks,
and your bodily armour was a harmer.
When you were making moves, I was waiting
when you teased, my self-control zoomed in.
All I could clench to was the thought that you have game
and your aim was to tame.
Dressed in a mix of brown, coffee, auburn, toffee,
while your tan skin intercourse with the bed lamp
and your aura speaking of command to demand,
was absolute dynamite to my fight.
Your exterior was futile to my resistance,
I needed then, to represent myself in immense defence,
by telling you to leave my room.
On you return, I had to let your calls unanswered,
because willingness got me smothered
to give into the moment which occurred.
So when you walked away, I walked with you,
inundated by subdue,
as I listened to your steps fading,
another lost moment ailing.
« return.