WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH ME?

I said it with my eyes, as plain as could be,
And I asked you, What would you do with me?
Would you see me as a sweet romance,
Or as just another notch in your pants?
You went back to your work and turned away,
So there was no answer to my plea this day.

The next day, I said it with a handshake and smile
Asking my question again all the while.
Is the touch of our flesh out of courtesy,
Or is there something more you would like to see?
The day passed by, and so did I
And still, there was no response to my cry.

I’ve sent out the signals
and returned with regret.
Why hasn’t he gotten the message yet?
So I combined them; a smile,
a quick wink of the eye
And a confident short-skirted strut
passed him by.
Wait…did he just do a double take?
If he did, that’s the only move he did make!

What’s wrong with him?! Is he shy? Is he weird?
Is he coupled already? Why doesn’t he hear…?
And that’s when the light bulb
went off in my head.
I displayed my desire, but I never just said.
I’ve asked him with smiles and sashaying hips,
But not once did I consider using my lips.

So when the next day came, and no one was around,
I stepped to him, spoke to him,
and laid it all down.
And I asked him, “If you ever had the opportunity,
Whatever would you do with me?”
He paused for a moment,
then his answer came quick.
“I’d kiss your eyes and your smile so slick,
I’d surround your hips with a grip so strong
And explore your velvet lips with my tongue.
I’ve seen you for days, and I like what you bring;
So what would I do with you? Everything.”

His answer thrilled me so I wasn’t prepared.
I still don’t know how I’d even made it upstairs!
But a new question found me as I fanned my brow:
“What in the hell do I do with you now?”

© January, 2002