I like your hair.
I like your lips,
especially when they
are parted, and
you are giving me direct eye contact, and
even though I can feel your eyes on my face, and I want
to meet your gaze, and penetrate your body armor with all the
thoughts that I will never say out loud, I can’t force myself to look away from
your mouth, because
you are saying things about my mouth,
and how it should be wrapped around
I am thinking to myself,
where has this boy been since
that all is to say, attraction
was never the issue.