A Man in the Room

A Man in the Room

Here I sit and admire you

From here, far away;

My mind fantasizes

I lose track of the day.

Your appearance,

It tugs at my lonely desire;

It's worst when you speak

That's fuel for the fire.

My mind is lost in a

State of ecstasy;

My heart skips a beat when

I think of you and me.

Build is more than a boy

But not yet a man's;

Clothes hide most

But not strong hands.

Thin, moist lips produce

A mumbled talk;

You sway with confidence,

A little cocky when you walk.

Perky pecks protruding

Is one thing I admire;

Your flawless complexion

Teases at my desire.

Hesitation is in my voice

When speaking to you;

Searching for the perfect words

I can only recall a few.

I can't seem to bring myself

To ask you to a bar;

Allowing myself to take advantage

Regardless of how far.

Teaching you on the floor

The exotics of the grind;

The pleasure that would come

Surely you wouldn't mind.

Concentrating on our pleasure

With no strings attached;

Two lonesome, horny souls

Isn't that a perfect match?

How do I convince you?

What else do I say?

Snapping back into reality

My heart nearly cries.

For all these fantasies are futile

I know what is true;

You'll never know me

Nor think of me and you.