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He stands there staring at me
like a porcelain doll
with those blue sapphire eyes
devouring every feature of me
like a child fixated on candy
contemplating when he can sneak
that taboo treat teasing him
with every scent, touch, sound
alluring him to be more than just tempted,
but to take what's his in his mind of mischief
mocking me with laughter in his statue state
as he recovers from his lapse of character
and those arms fold against a solidly heavy chest
in the stance of a soldier on his best behavior
for he would sooner be a porcelain doll
than take the risk involved with...
showing his heart.