I check you out a lot. I will never lie about it.
When I think you’re not looking I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, a glimpse that will have to hold me over till I can have more.
When I check you out I notice the small things, like the way your brown hair tickles your neck, or how every step you take has personality in it, I notice the smiles in your eyes.
I look at you and think about how I was to show you off to the world but at the same time i want you all to myself, because you're mine.
In that moment I want your body and your mind all to myself.
I want to taste your lips.
I want to hear your breathing.
I want to feel the outline of your rib cage all the way down to your hip bone.
I want to see your chest take deep breathes of good and exhales of bad.
I want to smell the strong sent of cologne that brings me back to the first time I met you.
When I check you out I also often think to myself, does he check me out as in detail as I do him?
Does he look at me when he thinks I am not looking?
Does he crave my body and my mind like I do his?
When I lie down next to him does he watch me make suddle movements, like breathe or close my eyes?
Does he lie next to me and want me in the most unromantic way?
Does he look at me in public, around his friends and say to himself....
****, I can’t wait to get her alone.