Pretty Pauline

DISCLAIMER
this poem is purely fiction, any character or happening
is coincidental and unintentional.

I’m going over the line,
Today, I’m specifically addressing Pauline.
The girl whom I saw and I was smitten,
The one who made my pulse race abnormally within.
The girl whom I want, to be mine.

Pretty Pauline I love your eye lashes,
Wilting when you looking at me,
As if beckoning me to come close.

Pretty Pauline I look at your lips,
And wonder,
What would it be like to just brush mine over them?
Is it saline?
Or silky sugary?
That’s a theory I endeavor to prove.

Pretty Pauline,
When I am alone I tell myself,
‘I won’t fear, I must tell her what I feel!’
But when I approach you,
Your presence is so true,
That it sends weakness to the only part I can use to convince you,
The tongue!

Pretty Pauline…