Quandary

His face is milky twilight fair The ghosts of whispers lingering there His gentle cheek, his Roman nose, Peaceful in his calm repose His eyes the blue of ocean's depth The sea's serenity, passion, breadth His charm, wit, mysterious smiles, The object of most feminine wiles.

Restraint, compulsion, control, and rein Is slowly slipping, to my disdain. As he moves closer, I do not yield, Do not surrender, do not concede Resist every fancy, ignore every whim I'm sorry, I tried- And then I kissed him.