I watch you...

I watch you...


I watch every inch of you...
I watch how you carry yourself
...with attitude and confidence...
as you glide across the floor...

I watch you...
and the sultry smoothness of your walk

I watch you...
and am drawn to you
in a way that is not so innocent
in a way
that is pure
in a way
that is the sinewy tautness of a lust
not discussed
but felt
in a lip biting whisper...

and I ache...
...for your touch

from the depth of all that drives me
...as a man

I watch you...