I Love to See You Squirm

How hard to write romantic verse!
Each heartbeat will confirm
That mine are feelings quite perverse:
I love to see you squirm.

Each wary glance, each nervous twitch
Invigorates my lust:
That scolding in discomfort which
Reveals your shocked disgust.

Of course I love your blushes too;
I live to see you smile;
So many lovely words from you
Are in my stalking file;

And so my arms ache most of all
To hold you and caress:
To hold you by the graveyard wall,
And savour your distress.