I’ve gazed at the image of an angel
taunting my spirit and soul.
A fantasy draped in gossamer silk
her captured heart’s my goal.
Sensuous fleeting promising nights
tempted and teased by her charms.
An angels image wrapped in sheer silk
a vision of her in my arms.
Coy demure smile, with halo askew
devilish twinkling green eyes.
Pretended indifference, confident smile
only a clever disguise.
Chasing, pursuing, nearly at hand
her heart is clearly in sight.
A promise, a whisper, kiss on the cheek
flirtatious smile, “good night”.
Innocence cloaked with an impish mask
afraid to make a mistake.
Concealing herself from those that care
fearing her heart might break.
I’ll bide my time with this angel in silk
continue the torturous dance.
Pursue her heart and soul with my words
hope for another chance.