Don´t look me in the eye.
I can see you peripherally.
Know you´re looking to see if i´m watching naturally.
The way you cross your legs and bounce your thighs.
I hear secret sighs and parts of me cry.
Way to steal my concentration.
You´ve dried up my precious patience.
Left me to tremble at the thought.
In your fiddling and diddle teasing...
I feel I´ve been caught.
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