The terrible part was her confidence
which sat upon my chest like twenty dozen smiling roses;
she took my furtive glances
like candy munching languidly
on each and every one;
I could not help but feed her that day
unable not to look, marking her every gliding move, helpless;
she giggled a small giggle and glanced not at me,
but toward me-just enough to verify I was there granting her
that dry-mouthed attention, she loved, no craved,
each one she took in with a deep breath
which made her breasts seem to grow even larger than they were
this in turn made me gulp
and I could swear she knew or guessed,
her innocent dirty girl naughtiness took coy and made it sexy
to my helpless gaze;
a gaze I vowed this time I'd deny her
and like the glance-addict she was, she looked back,
eyes wondering where my appreciation glance had gone
why I had not delivered it, as was her just due;
I deliberately stared away not looking at her-
starting to move away from her direction,
out of the store to stand staring straight ahead,
sensing she had followed me out
needing that glance I had denied her
as I made her wait
ignoring the heavy breathing she did inches at my side,
never looking at her or acknowledging that this time
it was I who held the candy-carrot
and she was the one in need,
as she eventually. not being able to stand it, mumbled 'hi.'
I remained the mannequin in blue jeans;
I was the flame and she the moth.
I moved toward the car door opening it,
never looking at her, saying 'this time lets not just look'
motioning she should get in
and she understanding silently agreed it was time to move beyond
needful looks, bending those beautiful eyes downward,
took my arm to steady herself
and got in the car.
We had a silent understanding.
We spent the day talking, ending up with a midnight, moon-light picnic just outside of town. I couldn't take my eyes off her as her coy stole my heart. And it's been that way ever since.
That was how we met. I got caught looking.
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