The Sun Knows It's Hot

 
The heat of your stare
warms my skin
from inside out
while I feign  
being blissfully unaware
 
But you know I feel your eyes
radiating
 
And I hate it
 
the way you understand how easy  
it would be to slide between my thighs
because I can't stop my fucking hips  
from betraying me
or my core from trying
to put out this fire
with a flow of slick wet
 
My damn nipples  
peak against my shirt
against my will
friction creates a circuit of craving
that electrifies my skin
 
Fuck you  
with your smug chuckle
as my legs barely part
to soothe the swelling ache
 
Teeth clench my bottom lip
in attempt to keep quiet
 
No, I won't return your gaze
refuse to see the hunger that colors your eyes
or concede my tenuous grasp
on control
 
I'm going to ignore  
that I can already feel
your grip in my hair
teeth rasping my neck
thick fingers slipping effortlessly into me
evidence of my growing thirst
slowly staining the chair
 
 
I hate it
 
 
that I revel in this blistering want
 
while you're still across the room
 
and I don't know when the torture
will end
 
then I hear you stand