Demure, yet subtly bold,
I tucked my fingers into his hand.
Scintillating winter, scintillating desires,
He better understand.
Camouflaged my sleek body,
with layers of yarn.
I knew my burning passion,
could set off the alarm.
I underplayed, I dozed,
I resisted all kinds of fire,
I even slashed down,
my sense of attire.
Brimming like Aphrodite,
Walked in my blue jeans.
Sizzling like Pothos,
he was by all means.
Drenched in countless emotions,
I romanced him in my heart.
Missed the tightening grip of his hand,
His mood from the start.
We were soaking the same fire, so to say,
I paced down my alley without further delay.
But after reading signs of his approval,
I wish, I had opted for hair removal.