You attract me as if I were but a
Young fox, caught on your every move; every
Breath you take fills me with pleasure. But the
Way that your vixenesque coyness drives me
Mad with longing is what makes me want youAll the more; I cannot escape and flee
From the way that your eyes make me feel. To
Try and run away from this feeling is
The only way I can remain sane. Through
This torture you make me undergo, Miz.
It is amazing that I still survive.
But we were not meant to be; “Tis not His
Plan. We are too diff”rent; to stay alive
I am forced to imagine we are not
People, but instead two foxes. Arrive
Here in my fantasy, where we are caught
Up in how pretty you look today, and
Not hemmed in by stupid customs that ought
To be buried underneath the thin sand
Of time. The taboos of humans have no
Power over this sweet feeling that’s fanned
Throughout my very being. So we go
Into my fantasy, where I can say
“My, you look lovely; your hair is just so
Beautiful in the bright sunlight today.
May I offer to walk with you to a
Gorgeous lake I spotted just down the way?”