Be Teased Poem by Delilah Miller

Just to clarify, this poem is about one guy, not all of them.

Oh please,
you can't call me a tease.
Don't touch me.
I don't mean to be...
Those white lace panties,
the bra strap slipping down my arm,
you weren't suppose to see.

See how I'm not a tease?
The dinner was lovely.
I'm sure your hunger will leave.
besides, I am really shy,
especially around such a big, strong guy
whose so charming, so funny.

Now, I won't tease.
Just don't gawk at me.
Stop asking and saying please.
You'd take advantage of something so young and soft.
But you can keep on worshiping,
from afar, and I might notice your diligence.

One day,
I'll take you aside, just you,
in some black bedroom with a tarnished bed.
I could peal off the charm and the red lace
and let you taste the cool mint of my skin
and see a tummy, thighs...
everything.
I'd be willing to bet,
despite my fiery eyes and full lips.
you wouldn't be so in love with me.
At the end of the night,
you'd rather be teased.