My goddess, my angel

She’s my goddess, she’s my angel.
But she doesn’t know I’m here.
She always wears tight, skimpy clothes,
Her shirts are really sheer.
She doesn’t know she captivates me
With her every move.
When she walks past with such a bod,
I don’t know what to do.
With her long hair, soft bronze skin,
God, I love those hot-ass shorts!
She’s always simply teasing me,
And drawing eyes of every sort.
I envy her beauty,
Her grace and her presence.
Her scent, her eyes,
Her smile, her essence.
She’ll never know,
But I can hardly take my eyes off her.
Consequently, I’m distracted,
Just a little, as it were…
She enters my thoughts constantly,
I long to hold her close.
And though I love her dearly,
It’s vital she never knows.
She’s my goddess, she’s my angel,
But she must never know.
Before I get glued to her,
I think I better go…