And there he is,

Standing before her like the devil himself,

Too close for comfort

And tempting her to do the unthinkable.

He has such beautiful brown eyes,

That light up whenever he sees her.

His ebony-black hair is so neatly cut, it's baffling.

And how could anyone have such a perfect jaw line?

His short black stubble looks so gorgeous; so delectable,

That she develops a strange desire

To pluck off each strand with her teeth.

Oh, and his lips; another story entirely.

So pink; so full, she wants to bite them.

To make matters worse,

His body is like a statue,

Chiseled from top to bottom.

It's driving her mad, all of it.

The bold fissure on his thick chest;

The savage way in which his biceps

Are battling against the seams of his sleeves;

The sparse chest hair his undone button exposes;

And yes, his fundament which looks monumental.

If only he would pin her to the wall.

Just one kiss; and she'd be okay.

His warm breath against her skin; that's all she needs.

Never before,

Has she pined so desperately for a man's touch.