Tease Poem by nicholas boateng

You really like me I can tell
To hug and to kiss you do love as well
Am I attracted to you?
For that I do not know
Maybe in time to come, a mind game though

I pull her near, fairest amongst
And deep breathes from her nostrils heard
She touches me close as tilted her head
Into my eyes stared
Gently she strokes
She would not speak
And blinks, not in these times of pleasure
A little parted her glittering lips
And her crimson tongue out lurks
Drawn near and her dilated eyes she close
I smell her neck and into her ears whispers
A peck on her forehead I can only afford