Eat me with your eyes
                               get your fill
I feel your gaze
                            you don't have to touch me
                                you don't have to talk
I know what you want

  victim to whistles
  slave to cat calls
Harassment in it's most innocent forms
                   you think it's a compliment
Lick your lips one more time
                          and wink at me again, stranger,

           You think of me naked
I'll think about you, dead
                                                            ­       and rotting