YOU ARE SO COY

PRETENDING

You are so coy,
a perfect and masterful
pretender of not
overtly revealing what
you desire when
you look at me
with a sheepish smile.
Your shyness is an obvious
signal that we need
to start a dialogue;
Your modesty is alluring.
The coy way you lick your
lips is an obvious signal of
a hunger needing to be satisfied.
Your eyes are so coy
as they pretend to look away
but at the same time measuring
my body with secret desires.
Your writings are also coy;
it's what's not said
that says it all.
How do I know you are coy?
It takes one to know one!