I thrive on throwing words at you
To take you by surprise
I wish to make you stumble
With my desiring eyes
I like to walk straight by you
Pretend I did not see
Leave you dazed and wondering
Until you dream of me
But more than this I’d love to
Just stare at you awhile
Not needing to pretend that I’m
Not smitten with your smile
And if you’d open up to me,
Caress me with your voice
I would accept that loving you
Has never been a choice.
