Your first glance is so open
Your eyes lift like a timid ******
Unsure what you will meet in mine
You lean in and I do not kiss you
You smile
Your hands pat the seat next to you
And I oblige
You are talking to me gently
Subject common, delivery divine
You brush your hand over mine before taking it
You laugh
How long does it take you
To have me tied to a tree
No hope no thought no feeling
But blind desire
Unbelievable in the open
Dangerous and exciting
Frisky you and naughty me
how did that come to be
You push me to the door
And you whisper along my neck
the score
You win; I lose
Your choice; you choose
I ache staring at the lock
You always did hold on to those keys
Rain beats down; I am not cold
Tears burn my eyes, unfocused
From the stun of you
Not wanting, not interested, bored already
The smile with no laugh
is now a leer with no end