A Boy For Me Poem by cassie wheathers

He glanced over his shoulder.
i walk by, my footsteps so light and calm.
He wonders what im thinking.
He just needs me, needs me to cure him.
The curtains are see through, i pull him through.
He doesent speak, but his breathing says everything.
His eyes grow wide, his face so soft.
I take his hands and whisper that he is all i want.
I want him, he needs me.
But he doesent know yet.
He wont know until i guide his hands up my skirt.