I’m going to leave early,
my lovely little bee.
I enjoyed our time together
quite immensely.
The refuge of my solitude
calls out to me now.
With a curtsy and a flick of wrist,
I’ll take my exiting bow.
I’ll kiss you on your cheek,
but it’ll turn into something more.
We can’t be that close together
without passion starting to soar.
I have to restrain myself darling.
Surely, you can understand.
There’s too much vulnerability
in the touch of your hand.
So many things make this seem impossible,
and I’m still searching for myself.
I have to make sure that I’m complete,
before I find anybody else.
You, however, optimize gentry.
You stare at me in such amazement.
I find myself getting lost inside
wonderment and a haze.
I must admit quite shyly,
“I loved how you slowly unzipped my blouse.”
At that moment, you paralyzed me.
You started to kiss my mouth.
You ran your fingers through my hair
and brushed it to the side.
My stomach was in knots and fluttering.
I was a wreck on the inside.
You definitely are not forceful,
but I know how far you want to go.
I’ll see you tomorrow night darling,
but the answer is still no.
