DON'T!

Don't make me fall in love with you.

Don't be dashing,

smashing in every way.

It will only overwhelm …

be too much for me to ignore.

And please don't approach via the back door,

don't smile and beguile,

your lips enticing contact.

They will be too much for me to resist.

You see, I want to be kissed.

Then again, don't use your intellect,

keep your creative side to yourself.

Your ready wit sits pretty …

poised to seduce, waiting for acquiescence.

I pretend to be unimpressed

while mentally undressing your brain.

It's vain, like chocolate,

rich and dark and addictive.

There is a part of me that has already succumbed,

plumbed that fall into your arms.

The other part holds back, remains aloof,

proof, if proof were needed

of my immanent submission.

And given my past, you are doctor ordered:

A multi-faceted man who can can-can.

So why do I protest and prevaricate?

Habit? Stab it before being stabbed?

Well, if you haven't already guessed,

you don't have to make me fall for you!

I am already undressed, my heart's garment shed,

my pulse quickening at your approach,

the bed in my head pristine and unruffled …

For now.

©2010 Nicky Jones.