I see in metrics and measure,
the slight of your hand against his,
I know what your fingers search for,
but does he?
Is he aware you’d throw it all away,
if he’d just gaze once with his entirety?
And for this reason,
I, a man amongst men,
am more woman than most women,
willing to stare with more than my eyes,
fierce enough to punish yours,
with a ray into your soul,
until you’d do everything to hide your needs from me.
What more is left for a woman,
who’s had the stare she longs for pierce her soul,
except to veil her beauty for no other man to see.