Poem: Younger

I meet you and you're wonderful.
I could say more, but wont.
Impressive and smart,
pretty and young:
Many things
which I hold dear.
You shine in my mind
for hours after.
"Unhealthy," I wonder?
But put it aside.
Because
I can use
the distraction.
Before too long
I begin to imagine
a kiss, a walk, with you.
Catching myself, I stop
and I wonder;
"Why not just be friends?"
Is there something
depraved
in my active libido?
Does it stop me
or you
from excelling?
I cannot know,
but at least I'm on guard,
and I'll take it all
moment to moment.