Perverts

In the quiet corners of their minds,
Where hidden desires often find,
There exists a type of lover,
A complex, shy, and undercover.

perverts, who are embarrassed abt it
They hide behind a timid grin,
I love them and their naughty habits
Their urge to keep the secret within.

perverts who clear their search history
if they see you peering at their computer screen.
perverts who stutter out euphemisms and vague
"you know..."s when u ask them what they're into.

perverts who lie. perverts who swear
they're not wild, gross or weird,
that they looked up only "once" or "on accident"
when caught watching disgusting porn.

perverts who look the other way
when they talk to me because if they didn't,
their eyes would be glued to my tits
and the secret fantasy wouldn't remain hidden.

perverts who secretly wish that I would find out,
that I would force him to confess
to all sorts of sick things about themselves,
abt how they think of me for sex.

perverts that want me to hear
all of their depraved fantasies involving me.
perverts that need someone like me
to make them admit it, all kinky fantasy.