She doesn’t know that I am obsessed.
Feeling desire’s fury, I am possessed,
with the sudden need that is freed
and makes me want to believe
there is somewhere we could be
together.

That the hours spent being observant
on the internet and in person,
has turned me into a pervert,
but I wouldn’t do anything to hurt
her pride or dignity.
In reality, I probably
won’t even bother bothering
this muscle queen that I have seen.

Wearing well developed shoulders,
She is pretty and pretty **** nice,
but I am one of those polite guys
that girls don’t bother to look at.

So, later on when she leaves,
I will hold open
the door at the gym
watching her float away
like a sweet breeze.
I will be quite pleased
if she even gifts me
a slight grin of gratitude
for my gentlemanly
behavior.