The games I play.A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittI see you. down the hall. my butterflies flutter I look away post haste
Try to not.
But I knew it. Baby I knew you were staring. I don't look up.
Your eyes electrify me as you look me over I feel you wonder "Does she not see me?"
Baby I see you. Isn't it written all over my face?
I need to play this game with you. I don't look up. And you walk away.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on April 20, 2008 Last Updated on April 20, 2008 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |