Gaze
By: AC
Does a gaze have weight? Can you feel mine as it moves over you?
Does it tickle as it moves down your arm, or squeeze as it moves across your breasts?
Do you feel it's gentle caress on your neck as you smile at a private joke? Do you feel it dance upon your lips?
If you could feel my gaze would you welcome its embrace, or would you shudder and block its progress?
Sometimes I watch you at work. Your graceful stride carries you into my sight over and over during the day. I watch you at play but only from afar.
I don't know if a gaze can be felt, but I fear that words can.
I'm afraid that if you feel my hungry eyes upon you that you'll attack with your words. I cannot imagine that you would speak otherwise; that you'd look down upon me with anything more than scorn.
The fear of being cut by your words outweighs the hope of more than a visual caress, so I sit here and wonder if a gaze has weight..
By: AC
Does a gaze have weight? Can you feel mine as it moves over you?
Does it tickle as it moves down your arm, or squeeze as it moves across your breasts?
Do you feel it's gentle caress on your neck as you smile at a private joke? Do you feel it dance upon your lips?
If you could feel my gaze would you welcome its embrace, or would you shudder and block its progress?
Sometimes I watch you at work. Your graceful stride carries you into my sight over and over during the day. I watch you at play but only from afar.
I don't know if a gaze can be felt, but I fear that words can.
I'm afraid that if you feel my hungry eyes upon you that you'll attack with your words. I cannot imagine that you would speak otherwise; that you'd look down upon me with anything more than scorn.
The fear of being cut by your words outweighs the hope of more than a visual caress, so I sit here and wonder if a gaze has weight..