I know he's watching me
I can feel the heat of his eyes caressing my skin
I look up
He knows I'm watching him
His every movement my eyes follow
He looks back
Our eyes meet as we both look
Like in youthful innocence we glance away
I sense that he likes me
But lacks the maturity to treat me like I should be treated
Despite his unworthiness I find I still like him
To save my heart
I take enjoyment in our continued looks
Whether intimate
Sometimes playful
And even scornful
Finally he approaches me
My mind and body tells me i'm ready
Then he turns around and ***s it up with
Every Word that Comes Out his Mouth