Those of yours.

Those warm arms of yours
are so tempting to wrap myself in,
though all they ever led to
were a rugged backseat that smelled
of another girl and spoiled fruit.

Those crystalline eyes of yours
are so temping to trap myself in,
though all they ever led to
were tears engulfing into mine
and her’s entranced in yours.

Those gentle hands of yours
are so tempting to grasp myself in,
though all they ever led to
were mine shakily reaching for you
when you were completely lost.

And here I am
wrapped in those arms of yours,
trapped in those eyes of yours,
grasped in those hands of yours,
and I can’t say no.