Even more beautiful when flustered.

Brush the hair from your face. Your eyes glisten more brightly.
Am I wrong my sweet ?

I have nothing to encumber me.
I have been set free.

Am I wrong ?

My dear,  there are many parts to me.
Inquire within.

You are beautiful from arms reach.

Lucky man who owns the key.

Please forgive me for any indiscretion.

I am a man no more no less.
Your aura it intoxicates me
And I desire your burning flesh

Your carnal nubility.
Your spirittual energy it whispers
Tenderly as your eyes linger,longer.my heart skips, the pounding in my ears grows stronger.

So again I pose the question

Am I wrong ?