Lock and Key

A series of thoughts that comes along when being randomly pursued in a romantic sense, especially if his intentions reflect more than just attraction.

Piercing eyes

Linger over my body

His lips speak sweet words

Yet I have no need to gaze

Upon his pupils

To find the hunger within

Oh, do keep talking, sir

Do tell me of my "beauty"

While you continue to stare

Upon my legs, then my face,

then whatever other portions

of my body - when I turn my head.

While you attempt your pursuit,

I'll forever question your "real"

intentions.

Do you take me for a fool?

Do you really believe I'll

Swoon

at the touch of your fingers grazing

against my arm?

Try again, mate.

My heart has long been

Locked away inside

A sanctuary guarded

By troubled memories.

Charm alone won't do much good

to find the key.

Better luck next time.

Author's Note

Wrote this on a whim but feel free to review.