So cold and open that you may be seeing innocence just where it may be easy to be burned So very kind that she is comfortable to be close with, so very feverish, almost there and not there, as if she just does not care Like lust and passion configured in a zen attitude Ignited when you choose not to make a move A baffle between sooth and soothe Quick to bend over backwards, and like a spring she is no longer there Not liking to say no, there are few places you may find, where she may go A friend because you dont extend friendship, and at times you suspect that the chase is near to be cut to, by just rushing to bed Let it lapse and the stakes are raised, because she is freshly comfortable and curious Go for it and you may be had before the happening Before her with her privacy in tact and you find her holding her fever against you The reeling leaves 'the truth' in the dust of a farm country abandoned road In singular toget togatherness the both have grown fond of an energy that once was not there So many givings-up that to this day you still find yourselves abandoned in starings...