Your deceptive curves have arced to my straight ways, Your inciting mirage has swayed my straight gaze,

I am but a silent dove, not so silent anymore you got me on a straight blaze,

I whom has abandoned long the chase of infatuation and the sorts, I'm back on a straight hail,

The way that gloss brings out your lips,  

The way I urge to path your cliffs,

The way my morals and emotions mix, I'm caught up in a jinx.

But I will never say a not truth, I will never lie;

Saying lewd thoughts haven't had my mind, 

An imagined occurrence you birthed with that skin tone,

Listening to your recited pieces like my ringtone,

I'm falling as an angel to an angel whom I would, no! Scratch that; whom I desire to do upon some theatrics, non angelic.

This is a vain attempt at being visibly obvious and in the same breath scarcely explicit,

You have tickled my mating instincts, oh sheesh! That's purely explicit,

My allure has matured lust, it craves contact as much as feelings,

From a look, piece by piece I strip you naked to visions of vicious dealings in the between of your thighs.

If only words could sail me through this route that actions should,

If only mutuality is the case how much actions due, 

I'm not flimsily searching for hole, behest your aura is a feel that has me whole,

I am merely telling you that my thoughts of you spin me out of control, 

I know I indeed might cause a stir if I share this,

But I need you to know an Angel is falling all the way down for you.