You seem to be nice.
Not surprised by this night.
Where I have to think twice.
Of ever seeing your might.

Long and lanky.
Strong, so ****.
Curly hair, soft to the touch.
Yet you are to much.

Devoted to sweet music.
Ready for action.
Has the knowledge and uses it.
The sound of attraction.

Outstretched hand.
Skin the color of desert land.
Scheming smile.
Always running wild.

You hurt me.
But don't know it.
Sad as it may seem.
I don't show it.

In fear of distance from our friendship.
But hurts like a whip.
To know I'll never have the courage to tell.
And so far I just say ' Oh, well'.