I'm eyeballing the wrong girl,
The noise and the splashes,
Of a local swimming pool,
So many people swimming,
But I'm not watching them-
I don't care who wins.
I'm looking at a girl,
An emotionally beautiful girl,
All my life I've been told of the white wedding,
And two kid dream-
A handsome husband,
For whom I'll cook and clean…
Back to the real-
I long for the softness,
The sweetness only she can provide-
And the mock innocence of the act itself,
Mock- being the word,
And I can't help but wonder when I show the world I love her,
Will they see me truly for the love?
I show to her?
Or will they see the wrong- only what they wish to believe
Is it a wrong lifestyle that I wish to lead?
But still it can't be wrong of me to see her in this light-
When her hurricane-like eyes stare at me with perfection,
Sealing the deed with a hungry and soft kiss…