Our secret language consists of

Subtle dares and foolish challenges -

We have got to let go of these

Childish antics.

Even in my denial, I know it,

The other me make it obvious…

I've been enticed by

skinny legs

stupid jokes

and tanned arms

All enough to make me blush.

Ashamed when I find myself taking

The long way home

Just to pass by your window and

Enjoy your silhouette -

Ooh, you sell yourself so well

Through those open curtains.

Perhaps the best thing right now

Is to shut off my senses;

no more thinking, no more wanting

But I am wanton

And aware of your every move

It's getting critical.