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Playful Looks
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 fucks it up with
Every Word that Comes Out his Mouth
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 fucks it up with
Every Word that Comes Out his Mouth
Published 5th Oct 2010
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