He wants me, he wants me, not yet..
Her heart beats so fast when he looks at her
She doesn’t just see lust, there is something else there
She can’t look away, she doesn’t want to either
He tells her he doesn’t know what is his favorite part on her body
He touches her so softy and yet with a firmness she has never felt before
She is intoxicated with it
He likes to rub on the back of her neck, under her hairline, behind her ears
He rubs her there while watching tv, like his hand belongs there
Like he know she likes it, even though she has never told him
He loves rubbing her feet, playing with her toes, telling her how cute her nail polish looks
She has a scar on her right foot where she had to get work done on her big toe
He loves to stare at it
He loves to rub that scar
He loves to kiss it and tell her she has the most beautiful feet he has ever seen
When she is falls asleep, she can hear him saying how much he looks up to her
How she is so strong after being hurt
How she is so brave
She can feel his eyes on her, smiling, she can feel the lust, the love, the admiration
His hand rubs her side, up and down her arm, on the top of her shoulder
She can hear him say she is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.
She has to close her heart to anyone who comes close because she is afraid of getting hurt
She wants to be loved again but knows it takes time and healing.
There is a little light at the end of her tunnel.
She doesn’t walk towards it but she does stand there and feel the warmth that comes from it.
He wants her but he knows she is broken, hurt and in need of time to heal.
He sees her flaws and loves them
He sees she needs a listening ear and a shoulder, he won’t push her
She sees she is wanted but needs time
She sees he wants her but won’t get her, yet.