Smitten

You both sit there, so young and full of Sapphic delight

Teasing and Wanting, before our sight

For we cannot tell, if this is real or just a play of words

in the playing of words

But they become text without pretext, and there is a lot of

heat in your subtext

Thank you for sharing, and THAT, that is truly caring

In playing for our staring

For we have become voyeurs to your prose

Of double entendres and barefoot toes

I look forward to the next line written

And wish I could be that smitten