School-Girl

When thoughts of you come to mind
they leave me like a school-girl giggling.
Your words breathe like the gentle breeze
against my neck and send chills drifting.
If I could steal just one kiss
from your guarded lips that would be enticing.

The tender tone of your voice is enticing
and your words play like lyrics in my mind.
When your lips move they remind me of a kiss
which brings forth my girlish giggling.
Daydreams of what we could do are drifting
through my head softly as the summer breeze.

We could cuddle in the salted breeze,
discussing possibilities ever more enticing
while we observe the sailboats drifting,
conversing about whatever comes to mind.
If it should somehow get us giggling,
I'll stop it with a sugary kiss.

Our lips will brush with the sweetest kiss,
making a memory floating in the breeze
which will end all our senseless giggling,
and keep the mood romantic and enticing.
I fantasize about you inside my mind
with tantalizing pictures of you drifting.

At night I find my spirit drifting
into another realm where I can kiss
you passionately in the privacy of my mind.
The vivid visions I carry of you breeze
through me, and I find them enticing.
I can't help but blush and start giggling.

You may think I'm silly to always be giggling.
Time passes by quickly and keeps on drifting,
but everything about you remains enticing.
The appealing prospects of stealing a kiss
and the idea of letting my lips breeze
against your skin are scenes claiming my mind.

I'm drifting in clouds with you dancing in my mind,
as enticing thoughts of your fingertips breeze
past my giggling lips to hush me with a heavenly kiss.



Author's Note: This poem is a sestina. You can find out more about that specific form here, "The Sestina" .