Love

He couldn’t love her.

Though she wanted him to.

He would undress her slowly,

Lips pressed against her skin,

Oh how she thought

He would let her in.

But the pattern you see,

Would replay then.

And soon he would be left

Once again.

The cynicism built,

The love unfound.

Never mind he thought,

He could be happy unbound.

Wandering alone,

He finally felt free,

Until he stumbled upon;

A mystery.

Her eyes naïve,

with a sexy charm;

Reeled him in,

Without any harm.

Though she was quiet,

He was intrigued.

But she shut him out.

She was too worried.

Something changed,

As the pair grew close.

She found herself fantasizing

about him the most.

His muscular arms around her waist,

His masculine touch

And his embrace.

He found her beauty

A cause for concern

He knew she might

Make him yearn.

He wanted to love her

To let her in.

He felt devoted

Without touching her skin.

Though they were friends,

The chemistry grew.

And as their lips embraced

They knew love was true.