They're so obvious
In their want and desire
Hands itching to *****
And lips longing to kiss
It's unabashed and blunt
Greedy eyes staring
Down your shirt
And you say to yourself
"it's me they want"
Boy after boy
Ad you feel your skin
Become loose
And your hips jutting out
And your smile turn into a smirk
Because they can say
"you're not a *****"
But in their eyes you can see
That word printed
Into their corneas
And pupils
And you know.
Ÿöü know you are a *****.
But so wasted and spent,
You give up,
And let the next boy
With unpracticed hands
And sloppy kisses
Have you.
It's only after that you
Can even feel like crying.