Love: The Wallflower Speaks - rated G to PG

Round Two:

You work in an office and have a crush on your coworker. You aspire to make him/her notice you and write him/her a poem which you slip anonymously in his/her briefcase.
You are a sweet innocent shy person. NOTHING EXPLICIT! But, not just invisible angst either. Make your case for why your love transcends the ages & why he/she should be swept off his/her feet and rush to your arms forever.
Due by PM to me no later than 23:59 (11:59 pm) PnQ time this Sunday, 7 October 2012.

Hehe, that' lovely! :P

Oh!...

2 days...

2 poems in & three others promised

How far with the 2nd round?

I expected to have problems accessing the internet, but until now it has been possible only through the cell phone.

I have three entries. If your poem is not here, resend it quickly:

The Scent of The Frappuchino

For many years, mornings scented
with strawberry milk-shake made by mom,
spiced my lips
until the day, a different aroma
flavored every sense that dwelt in me

In office, from corridor to corridor,
the omniscient fragrance dispersed,
from room to room with each step given,
as the frappuchino wandered every day,
endlessly, in my co-worker's sturdy hand.

It was then that its aroma became innate
to the deepest part of me.

So aloof, I waited every night
for mornings to arrive
to smell the fragrance dispersing through the air
as every sip my fellow worker had,
awoken the woman in me.

Yes, the frappuchino could keep me awake
through the most tiring nights with just the scent.

So aloof, I waited for new days
when the corridors had no smell

Aloof, I waited for new days
when I had to remain at home

I waited till the day, I could share
how the scent of frappuchino imprinted in your cloths,
in you, my fellow peer, has made me change my taste
from strawberry milkshakes to a more mature choice.

and here I am, on a Saturday night writing
with a frapucchino on my left hand,
realizing that the frapucchino's scent
is nothing compare to the scent of you
and the way you sip your cold coffee
when no one but me is near.

When you read this on Monday,
you may or may not know
but I am the girl who may or may not be
invisible to you.

______________________________________________

Poem: A Switch in Time
04/10/12

Clad in a peach ankara skirt and blouse,
I hastily walked to my cubicle bashfully.
He's drawn to the array of worksheets
in his silver apple laptop,
summing up the account for the week,
his eyes stripped me off in a blink.

His presence blew a breeze into me,
puffing a tide of crave
I'd invariably longed springily.
His voice felt like a soothing veil;
cuddling me like a quilt,
warming me for a fantasy in my upstairs.

His face attracts me like a nectar,
suckling to his handsome facade,
never did he notice my hidden flames,
further charming me staunchly
like the current in the deep blue,
a print of colors within my fantasy.

Settling in my chair I gasped in comfort,
after an amative dialogue on my way,
abruptly a pat on my shoulder landed,
it dazed me; freezing my aura in a trice,
causing a mist of hidden passion
waiting to float my wish.

He sang a help to tidy up his spot,
while he briefly dashes out,
a jamboree rose at the thought of that,
I obliged with all my burning shy dreams;
beaming on like an amorous sun.

Gazing at my purse; i took out the daisy scented paper,
neatly folded and went across to his table,
I screened cautiously for any onlooker,
swiftly I opened his briefcase layed
on the side stool and kept the paper inside;
his favorite Time magazine; the poem lay.

I hurried and finished tidying up,
there he was buzzing in;
making me palpitate as he neared,
he thanked me as i went to my cubicle,
his breath drummed a kaleidoscopic art;
engraving in my memory a package
of a painters brush stroking my heart.

Like a wind; I flew back to reality
from my momentarily deja vu,
in a romantic flight with my colleague,
after a twitch with my hand by him,
alerting me his presentation is over.

I am next

_______________________________________

Crushed Velvet

You don't see the elegant
designs within my velvety,
wallpaper skin, I've melted
like hushing whispers in
your darkest hour of overtime.

Late nights you scuffle
with overdue budget cuts
and irate employees, I am
there, silently devoted to you.

Desperately wishing you would
feel the pucker up kisses I send
while coffee steam travels,
teases your senses to stay awake.

My name; Anonymously, is Velvet,
stand closely, my arms anxiously
await your embrace,
I've been crushing on you
within the walls of this paper clip
insanity, feel me....

I have a heart and it beats for you-

Just a quick question:

When will the results be given?

Waiting for at least one more judge.

Finally, took much more time than expected. Hopefully by tomorrow it'll be posted.