Sometimes, I see your skin as very, very dark.  I know it makes little sense, because even if you weren't
Snow in the Sun
and
Fire in the Gloaming,
it's hard to think of overall You without seeing the
Angels of Light
that doubtlessly dance in your
Irresistable Aura.

No, poetry cannot be put aside; it is my medium, as I know yours.  And yet, I would never say this.  In all honesty, I would prefer this entire affair without talking, or, for that matter, sight.  But to just
Hear
you, and
Know.
I would never mar this by letting you know me.
All of it is for you.  I take the gift only if it can become more of my gift to you.  I wish to own, but shall not.  It is enough to be
Possessed.

It is true.  My boldness?  It would not exist without your ownership.  All for you.
Oh yes, I think I'm so very bold.  At least "I flatter myself" that I peak your curiosity.  Well then, maybe not so bold.  In any event, I am at nothing less than your
Mercy,
Your Call,
waiting to see
Your Skin turn dark--