Illicit intentions

Am I a sinner to desire you,
on a frovilic juvenile moment,
Am I to be cursed,
to desire your presence
that I be exhiled.

Those puppy eyes,
that makes me licentous,
those juicy red lips,
allows me to be a wild,
almost feeling as a caveman.

I often wonder,
how did you manage invent yourself?
I never knew such a woman earlier
My self esteem demanded you
To be right here in my arms