Confessions Of A Wallflower
Please don’t be offended
When I turn down another beer.
(I’d hate to puke on your DC shoes.)
I don’t think you’d want to see me
Completely sloshed.
Or maybe you would.
And now that you mention it,
I hate when you whisper in my ear.
Maybe I wouldn’t mind if I knew you at all.
But don’t you understand
That the music is too loud
For it to be sexy?
I won’t bore you with a lecture about
Your bedroom eyes -
Please refrain from straining your baby blues.
Yes, I see you,
Tilting your head to look down my shirt.
Honestly, I’m up here.
Please don’t be offended
When I ask you to give me some space.
It’s not that I mind you rubbing up against me,
groping me against the wall.
Oh wait - I do.
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