You may make heart ache
Ache and churn
And ache

It swoons just from a look
Stare and move
And stare

The beginning of the end
The last look and move
And look

The cascading red dress
And her brown hair
And Hair

Her winged makeup, just highlights
The physical lookover
Skips my heart

I saw women today who made my heart swoon
All from a look I gave
But I never would talk to their face

They didn't deserve to be flirted with by a stranger in a donut shop at 1047 PM.

My self control entraps me.
My politeness restrains me.
Controls. Or aids me.