I walked into a gas station
wearing high wasted shorts and converse
curious if there was restroom,
i asked the man
he stared at the collar of my low cut shirt
"Outside."
"Where?" i questioned
i lowered down to where my eyes would lock with his
carrying his gaze up with mine
he pointed behind him
eyes fixed on my chest
"thank you" i said
grabbing the key off of the counter
never once looking away
to keep his eyes in contact with my eyes
and not my *******
i turned to go out the door
a window to my right
a man on the other side
i can feel his gaze as i walk
i stop in my tracks, turning the direction of the stare
only to find
a weak smirk and an intricate scan of my body
and though i stop, the scan would continue
around the corner, i kept staring back
where i assumed the complicated angle would stop him
180 degrees
just to get a good look at my ***
what a pig
i left the key in the bathroom,
i will not go back in
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
I walked into a gas station
wearing high wasted shorts and converse
curious if there was restroom,
i asked the man
he stared at the collar of my low cut shirt
"Outside."
"Where?" i questioned
i lowered down to where my eyes would lock with his
carrying his gaze up with mine
he pointed behind him
eyes fixed on my chest
"thank you" i said
grabbing the key off of the counter
never once looking away
to keep his eyes in contact with my eyes
and not my *******
i turned to go out the door
a window to my right
a man on the other side
i can feel his gaze as i walk
i stop in my tracks, turning the direction of the stare
only to find
a weak smirk and an intricate scan of my body
and though i stop, the scan would continue
around the corner, i kept staring back
where i assumed the complicated angle would stop him
180 degrees
just to get a good look at my ***
what a pig
i left the key in the bathroom,
i will not go back in
this is more of a story than it is poetry, but i needed to put my thoughts somewhere
