Smitten.
Fiery red hair. Porcelain skin. Freckles and a crooked smile.
Her grey-green eyes bright with mischief.
Always looking and then looking away.
Unsure of what she's thinking.
Only knowing its hard to contain the grin as the giddy feeling inside bubbles to the surface.
Unable to concentrate.
Can't stop thinking about her.
Conversations in my head.
Just wanting to see that smile again.
Just wanting to see that smile again.
Trying to over come my shyness.
Rusty from years of unuse.
How do you woo a lady if you are unsure if she wants to be wooed?
Timing is everything.
A smile speaks 1000 words.
Balance between contact and space.
Hands itch to touch her.
Slow fingers over soft velvety skin.
I'm smitten.