3rd of 3 in May sonnet series

Contemplation of emptiness 3

There is a difference in our size; while I
am not a giant man, you are petite,
though certainly not innocent - your eye
and walk and curves and talk are sweet
yet underlain by knowing what you know --
that men desire you, that I do vote
as one of them, and with a chance to show
my weakness in overt display, my coat
of covert armor would be shed, as you
would there perceive the pith of my
devotion, dedicated to your view
and to your knowledge of my aim. I try
to quell this ardor, yet I wish my rise
could fill the dainty cup between your thighs.