Silly Boy

He feels the fear
Of uncertain wanting
She nestles near
Her body taunting
He feels the pangs
Of nervous desire
Of rising energy
She emulates fire
But to be acquired
Would require
A knight’s countenance
The reluctant squire
Instead retires
His thoughts….such thoughts
Embracing liar
Nighttime crier
He feels the fear
And with cunning veneer
Succoumbs to his weakness
Like a timid child

She rolls over and screws up her nose.

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