When I imbibe your words

I get butterflies,

When I have your ear

I could compromise

Myself.

When I see your skin

In the dim light of my mind

I want to re begin.

When you talk about my eyes

I quiver.

You’re dangerous to me

The forbidden fruit

Of my tree.

Would you tell

If you desired me?

I am vulnerable

As I can be,

It must be obvious

For you to see

My intentions

Are compromised