Once More Around

When asked if I knew her intentions, I could've responded in kind

Though I had no expectations, of what she had in mind

And though she hid her frustration, it could not be confined

For there was some indication, in the corners of her eyes

But she needs no invitation, to lie inside my skin

And despite my reservations, she still found her way in

Without much contemplation, I finally replied

To which without hesitation, she willingly complied

And though in our conversation, it was only implied

And she spoke only in quotations, she wouldn't be defined

And though my apprehension, was plastered on my chin