A simple touch to heat the skin
The simple nudging toward carnal sin
A simple excuse made flimsy and thin
You planned to meet me when?

Pretty words preying on my sensibilities
Silver words making me swoon at fealties
But words are jerked away to realities
Never thinking of sensitivities.

A simple snap and I'm back to myself
I'll just place my feelings on the back shelf
Realize you think of no one but yourself
But I'm not that kind of elf!

You were just a simple infatuation
A tip of the hat; a slight inclination
But I see your words leading me to devastation
So I'll not say more than a simple salutation..
And a quickly followed goodbye.



Penned by my hand on the 16th of Glacian, in the year 392 AF.