She is like a rose;
so beautiful yet wily.
Bright but ominous.
I sense a coldness
but sense affability.
I know she knows too.
She lies bare breasted
Cajoling me thoroughly
Yet I will forgo.
She is sensual
But finds an impediment
Intentionally.
Circumspect she is;
her rationale is blinding.
Maybe she’s been hurt.
I will pursue her,
Regardless of her coltish;
I know she is there.