Your pointing pink-painted toes
my lamentable lust
Your dimpled knees,
that wiggle as you slip out of your dress
Your partway swollen breasts,
your downy middle,
anticipating your womanhood
Your blood-darkened chest,
heaving
in apprehension of sensations new
Your fragile arms
my blind drunk passion
those sparrow ribs
and your heart audibly beating
Your curling toes
your cheeks aflush
those sideways glances
and my lamentable lust