I see how they look at me
With eyes that hunger for skin
I see how the eat me up in their stares
Their endless thirst makes me grin.
I feel them degrade me in each glance
******* me like a play toy
Eating me with their wandering eyes
This is why I don’t settle for a boy.
To be wanted is my worth
Their sole desire
To hold me and love me
Would ignite their little fire
I cannot be looked at in such a way
I feel ***** from their careless eyes
The way they imagine me bent over
A part of my soul dies
I love the way it feels
When he puts his hand on my thigh
How it feels to have his lips on my neck
And know he's not a nice guy
I hate when they glance my way
and saunter over like were friends
and how he tries to touch me
and begs this night not to end
I love it when those bad boys get handsy
and beg for a touch or two
and plead for a peek
and say I'm the kind of girl they'd *******
*to be desired in such a way
makes me sick inside
I just want to be a good girl
and be someone's cute bride
I guess I feel both ways; both desired and degraded. I love to be desired, and take joy in the boys who stare like they've just met a goddess.. but there are also the boys who make me feel like I'm just a piece of meat.. or a prize.. how do you feel?