I feel your eyes on me
Stealing glances at me when I am distracted
You have the guilty face of a child
Caught with his hand in the cookie jar
Each time I turn my head and meet your gaze
You breathe deeply to inhale my perfume
That is if you breathe at all
You have an easy smile
Sometimes you wink and I become
Surprisingly disarmed
I wonder if you are at all what I imagine
If you are hungry and I the last piece of fruit
Faithful come to worship in my temple
Warrior to defend my country
Salve to my wound
I watch you too from time to time
An exciting mixture of lust and curiosity
So intense it must be sated
We could go on playing peek-a-boo
Or we could see if you have more to offer
Than just a look.

© Crystal S. McDonald.