Anja Poem by mike ruthenbeck

I see a hopeful gaze alarmingly!
Set on me in such a casual grace,
Inquisitively and charmingly
Beseeching only an honest embrace.
I see a longing to live most freely
I sense a mind familiar in passion
Slender, gracile wrist posed most ideally
‘Neath chin sloping in angelic fashion
Cautious and feminine; you have struck me,
Anja, like a white hot bolt of lightning-
Crackling potential sensuality-
Desire frightening dizzy height’ning….
Your pouting lips seems to wish for my kiss,
I have met maybe none more enticing
I catch a glimpse of a warm, ancient bliss
While my window pane is slowly icing.
Anja, darlin, these are my words to you:
You are improving my whole point of view.