Your hand is on my knee again.
You think I don’t notice
That you’re not quite as eager to touch with anyone else.
You may not be brave,
But you’re curious.
You may say that you’ve never given it any thought,
That you’re completely, 100%, without a doubt…straight,
But your eyes tell a different story.
You are starting to want me…
Not for how I look,
Although that certainly helps.
You want me because of what I do…
Of the little things that make you smile…
Of the concern I show…
Of how I make you feel.
I am your perfect man…
Perfect except for a lack of the equipment you prefer.
Still, there are the looks that linger…
And lower.
My eyes are up here.
Yes, I may find you beautiful, but…
I am not a flavor to be sampled.
I am not a game to be played…or a player.
I am through with wondering…
With reading between the lines.
I am not willing to be an experiment…
At least not in the way that you would choose.
