A Pure Love Exchange
She leers at me with her cerulean apertures.
The faintest uncongealed tear materialized.
Biting her chromatic nails recently manicured,
Her attempted dirty look at me becomes sanitized.
The awkward moment persists,
My mouth opens but the sounds are suspended.
Her essence is impossible to resist.
This is not what she expected.
My feelings for her are undeniable.
She has chosen me as her worthy consort
But she questions whether I am reliable.
In this instance I am not swift with a retort.
Forced to reveal my fragility,
I postpone our wantonly gaze.
Cigarettes and floral scents invade the vicinity.
My mind is secured in a vacant daze.
My hand reaches for hers desperately,
Her hand wraps round my tactile index finger.
I whisper in her ear adulate words relentlessly.
A fountain descends of which I unintentionally triggered.
I embrace her entire anatomy,
My lips converge with her forehead.
She looks up at me emphatically.
She has finally been courted.