Aye Writhed With Agony...

Unbeknownst to any

innocent onlooker, aye

underwent extreme internal

torture with silent cry

ying whimpers, whence,

(either left or

right) post-

pubescent myopic eye

didst readily espy,

an aesthetically pleasing female,

and most likely stunning

to any other generic guy

and suddenly rendered mute, NO...,

NOT even daring

enough to say "hi,"

which close proximity of sizzling

hot babe wrought me fancying

myself being whisked away

(in a one horse

open sleigh, despite

the remote possibility livingsocial

in Montgomery County,

Pennsylvania suburban) igloo

to be frozen

with fear, petrified lo'

while terror seized thee Oh No

bliss oblige emotional status quo

of much younger Matthew

Scott Harris head to toe

induced a deplorable woe

imaging other (prospective

obscured individuals) probably

considered yours truly

tubby unstrung mama's yoyo,

and at this present time feline

less in timid

dated noticing a sultry,

leggy, and foxy anatomical

and physiological arrest

ting, though such hypothetical chest

a coy gal, nonchalantly, innocently

with non verbal expressed

charm and demurely

posing as if intending

to serve as guest

of honor, nonetheless,

this brief illusory invest

ment, sans quasi

voyeuristic poetic, shrug jest

sheen, and imagistic distraction,

thy sole rhythmical

motif, since n'er nest

sold with any

purdy young thang begrudging

natural animalistic proclivity,

which absence young adult quest

ting, oh yea

definitely in apropos now,

yet...that self deprived

self discovery stage of life,

that "smarts" me psyche,

when clumsy teen

age dating experience,

a electric kool

aid acid (litmus) test

until twilight age

senescence doth wrest.