A Bundle of Nerves


I'm still a bundle of nerves 

around an attractive man.


Eyes turn downward.

My cheeks flush.

Pulse quickens.


The thought that

you would even look at me,

and my heart skips a beat.


Those piercing blue eyes

starring into mine,

watching me as I frantically

try to appear composed.


But you see it;

you see me-

a bundle of nerves-

and you smirk

because you know...

I'm already wet. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Jay

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georgeschaefer's picture

Relax!  They're more afraid

Relax!  They're more afraid of you than you are of them.  nice poem.